#u make 1 mistake and u can throw that whole thing out

[thatdeadaquarius]

Genshin Impact Sagau/Isekai:

You still have acces to characters! ...by possessing them. 👻

PART 2 (you're here!) / Part 1

All art by me! :] leave me a iced coffee?? :0

HEY!! REALLY QUICK PLEASE READ!

STOP tagging my posts as "Yandere Sagau", "Sagau Cult AU", "Sagau Imposter AU" or other related dark content tags.

I'm sick of seeing reblogs that tag my work as dark content, when I'm specifically trying to LIGHTEN UP THE SAGAU TAG 😭😭??

Please be more respectful of this. Actually read the work before you just tag it incorrectly. Tags do matter.

/nm /gen

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: Headcanons, Scenarios

Stars: Tighnari ft. Cyno, Alhaitham, Collei

Comets & Meteors:

Content Warnings: Mild violence (bandit attacks/non-graphic), Reader/you possess people non-consent (mild/consent given eventually)

& Trigger Warnings: Reader/"you" possess people non-consenually for short times, but given consent eventually.

(pls comment if any more!)

Edit 9/7/23: 1,000+ NOTES?? WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY- THANK YOU???

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My goofy ass forgot to put this here .-.

Anyway this is a full length fanfic now ;)

…mistakes were made.

bad decisions were had, and okay, mayyybbbeee you could’ve taken more precautions against people finding out you were “real”.

afterall, you did see the Eremites reaction, even if it was only two guys (one from each camp) that you possessed :/

word spreads quickly amongst the Eremites groups, you guess, bc next thing you knew, after you’d moved closer to floating around Gandharva Ville,

they’d called that entire bit of forest haunted.

BUT IN YOUR DEFENSE-!! how were you supposed to know they’d blab to the whole camp they didn’t remember the past 20 minutes after you unpossessed them?? and immediately be on guard and jump to possession?? (Irminsul works hard but eremites/sumeru people work harder u guess)

And by the time you were happily patrolling with Collei, the forest rangers were just so chill you didn’t really expect anybody would think a ghost was possessing them (or whatever you were now… maybe,, just code?? it’s unclear)

so when u start to see Tighnari squint at people who’ve technically just “woken up” after you possessed them, mumbling under his breath more and more as a file he carries around gets thicker and thicker-

you start to think,,, maybe.

okay, mayyybbbeee,

you’ve fucked up.

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You really can’t help it, first it was making sure Collei got back safely from patrols (she’s ur skrunkly okay, you can’t help it, you’re still aware she’s capable but- the urge to skrunkle overpowers you- )

but then-!! You managed to spot Cyno! :D its ur boy!! ur little meow meow, who can throw people over his shoulder!! He really doesn’t need you, hovering around, but eh ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

what could it hurt! …it’s not like he can see, hear, or feel you anyway…

(unless u possess some animal/machine he thinks is friendly, which. sumeru is not exactly known for cuddly creatures. you don’t feel like experiencing death when possessing stuff just yet-)

imagine ur panic and shock as the General Mahamatra takes on a camp of criminals on the run, only for one of the old ruin machines (the ones that are just LEG and DEATH)

to hear the ruckus and come stomping around a thick patch of trees, it launched missiles!! You can’t warn Cyno, he can’t hear you!! No one can!!! The criminals are unconscious, there’s no other wildlife nearby they all ran off!!! FUCK-

You look at him and try to imagine his perspective as vividly as you can, he’s looking over the criminals, but now he’s turning, so people passed out and the tree-line got it-

Congratulations! You’ve possessed Cyno. 💀

It completely disorients you for a second, but then the panic of dodging the missiles comes back in time for you to make his body dive and roll off to the side, for as long as you can manage a roll too since you remember that’s the best way to dodge missiles in the game

…which works really well! bc he’s so fit and agile tbh

It was weird to finally run again after so long (two months now in teyvat?? wow)

with your feet suddenly in sandals, and feeling the breeze chilling your bare chest (Cyno’s chest??)

yeah its a shock considering most of the ppl you’ve possessed lately have been fully clothed rangers lol

you quickly imagine your ghostly form again, and just like that you’re drifting out of Cyno in ur “ghosty” form, having floated out and away from his back

Poor guy looks so fucking confused, and immediately is wielding his spear again, and is about to get out the crouch you put him in behind the dilapidated stone wall (dammit he better not waste ur efforts to keep him alive-)

until missiles slam and explode against it, he ducks back down (thank fuck) and Cyno just looks around one last time before hopping the wall and running to fight the thing

you notice that when the electro user goes to use his powers, they seem stronger than they were in his fight with the goons??

Maybe he was just going easier on them, since they are only human?

…so why does even Cyno look surprised when he goes to make a simple swipe with his charged spear and a bolt of lightning cracks out from his spear instead…?

…weird.

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Tighnari knows you’re here.

You figure he must have collected the reports of people “blacking out” or “sleep-walking” or whatever else and begun to suspect the worst.

…to be honest, you’re not sure what to do.

on one hand, it would be great to have someone know you actually exist, as yourself,

but on the other…

What would Tighnari think?

Of you possessing his rangers?? Temporarily taking ownership of someone without permission??? You’re afraid he’d think the worst of you…

tho u didn’t do so often, as u realized how messed up this could be, and u never did more than make them walk or talk normally for a few minutes before leaving them alone!

… afterall, you missed interacting with people. You were honestly a little worried abt going crazy, which is the only reason u were desperate enough to possess human people in the first place and continue doing so, just to talk to someone and have them look you in the face again like you really did exist as a person here-

(u thought u remember reading somewhere back on Earth that someone can only last 3 days of no other human contact until they start to lose it? but even if that’s not true, at the very least, u dont think talking one-sidedly to yourself all the time is healthy…)

so when Tighnari seems to get that file you’ve seen him adding onto, and gather up supplies, mentioning a day trip to Collei and the others to Sumeru City for some

“further research into these ‘blackouts’, and also contacting some of my colleagues who might know something…”

there’s no way you’re not going with him.

you feel increasingly anxious all day, and at one point when you were sure Tighnari was walled-in by books at the House of Daena, decide to go blow off the anxious energy by possessing an animal to get some food!

…you’re not really feeling comfortable enough to possess a living being into eating yet, that seems hella nonconsensual, and u kinda would be taking the joy of the meal from them tbh-

so u possess a cat!

a ginger cat, bc u like to think if u do anything weird, that ppl in Teyvat have the same type of cats back on Earth and excuse it as just:

“unhinged ginger cats being unhinged ginger cats yep makes sense” lol

you’d managed to be really cute (and wasn’t that weird, having to mimic animal behaviors like rubbing ur side against a person’s legs..)

and convince one of the cooks of Lambad’s Tavern to give u some leftovers, and been about to go off to try out sunbathing before the chore boy, little shit he is, tried to chase you off with a broom!! >:( the audacity!! you clearly have a little plate and everything!!

luckily, you’d finished eating, but still! Ouch!! those bristles fucking hurt-!!!

…you look and see a Sumeru-ified version of a skateboard, and u just know ur little cat face is just ✨v✨

and u steal the little shit’s skateboard as revenge! HAHA thats what you get animal abuser!!!

The kid’s yelling at you as you speedily skate away with ur little cat paws (LMAOO), but the cooks are calling him back in so he can’t pursue, (oh good u hear them get onto him for chasing u off)

and as u slow down to coast along the Sumeru streets,

you feel someone’s eyes staring you down.

You assume it’s just people being amused at a cat skateboarding, obv

but when you look just ahead of you to see a smiling Sumeru citizen or eremite-

Oh. It’s Alhaitham.

and he’s just… watching you.

he’s stopped reading whatever he’s got in his hand, and is slowlyyyy turning his head as you pass by…

You decide to just keep skating away. LMAO

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it’s already sunset by the you’re accompanying Tighnari back from Sumeru City, floating along behind him

and you’d been expecting a calm walk back, tbh you’d been feeling a little better bc the ranger hadn’t found much to identify you, yet, luckily-

but bc u can never catch a break:

Tighnari didn’t see the bandits dropping from the goddamn trees BEHIND HIM- and they had like claymores out- those were definitely gonna be killing blows-!!

so yeah.

You possessed Tighnari.

turns out ur pretty good at dodging bc this is second time now you’ve helped dive away for someone in an ambush, ur kinda proud of urself tbh💀

and as you make him take a few leaps back, ur ears twitch in the wind as you duck behind a tree, then float away and out of his body

The poor hybrid ranger visibly sways, then shakes his head out of it, and he flicks his ears in different directions, squinting into the woods, he’s pulled out his bow, so you’re at least reassured he’s aware there are enemies

Like Cyno last week, he too gives up and rolls for the next tree for cover and begins to shoot and take down the bandits

the rest of the week is kinda a blur after that, bc it’s mostly filled with Tighnari running in circles around the camp checking for blackouts, writing letters to Alhaitham and Cyno apparently, and you not possessing anybody out of paranoia :/

Most notably however,

you’ve unfortunately discovered one of the few drawbacks of ur possessions

(y’know, besides not existing essentially, what with no one being able to sense u outside of possessions)

apparently, if someone walks thru you, they accidentally force you to possess them 💀??

while it’d already happened once with a random ranger that you didnt notice was walking up behind you,

you didn’t want to test it again just yet bc it kinda made YOU nauseous and incredibly dizzy when this happened

(as in, u stumbled like a drunk after this poor ranger woman ran thru u, until you were so dizzy and the world spun sm u had to make her sit on the literal ground, luckily she just thought she was just really dehydrated when she came back into herself 😭)

so obviously, you’ve avoided crowds to keep this forced possession thingy from happening all the time

like at the Forest Rangers meetings or something, ur watching off to the side, instead of standing with them or beside them

so needless to say, after about a week and half since possessing Tighnari,

you definitely did not mean to possess Collei.

She’d been in her wheelchair today, the Eleazar flaring up and tiring her body out

so her wheels had been entirely silent when she rolled up to where you and Tighnari were leaning over some strange experiments of his- you were just trying to figure out what all these mirrors were for, didn’t he do plants more-?

you didn’t even know what the hell happened, you just felt that familiar dropping sensation, like a small drop on a rollarcoaster, blinked, and then suddenly you were sitting instead of standing/floating???

Oh god-

before you could even begin to process that Tighnari was in front of you instead of beside you, the world was shorter,

The fox-eared ranger yelled in triumph, grinning with sharp fangs and spinning around to look at you (Collei)-

“Ah-ha! It worked! Finally, I saw you! I saw you, I-?? Oh gods, Collei, NO-!”

And with quick reflexes, Tighnari’s summoned his bow, but he’s clearly confused on what to do about this situation, taking aim, but also holding the air glowing with dendro not as taunt as you’d seen him in the battle with the bandits

You scramble to raise your hands up, brown poofy sleeves rise to your command, light green hair you can feel on your shoulders, everything is familiar, but not-

“WAIT! I’m sorry!! This was an accident, I promise! I don’t intend to hurt Collei, or you!! Please, just, don’t shoot me, I think you’ll just hurt Collei instead…”

You talk him down and decide, that if he’s put this much effort into finding out about your existence, is an incredible leader and friend to everyone around him, and was able to accept the traveler and many other strange things that’ve (probably? maybe?) already happened in Sumeru (god fuck u dont even know where in the timeline you are)

that you can probably trust Tighnari with your existence, and your powers.

…He nearly passes out.

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Life has gotten a lot funnier, and happier, since you told Tighnari (and some of the more trustworthy rangers and Collei by proxy) about ur existence (or really, confirmed it)

He’d been wary at first, appropiately cautious and demanding answers, of which you were happy to give and explain yourself

luckily, after a whole lot of “hmm, I see, no, I think I’m understanding-” , finger on his chin and everything

he’s said it’s okay to hang around the rangers, so long as you don’t possess anyone anymore without them knowing about you/with permission (outside of emergency situations that is)

tho he did seem surprisingly understanding and accepting of you doing it before after you explained how u were just unbelievably lonely and were lowkey paranoid of going crazy-

The rangers seem to believe you’re some kind of god/spirit thing, as you had no explanation yourself as to what you were ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Tighnari’s also given you the rule to help out around here if you’re going to “ghost-laze around”, as he puts it lol

you’ve redirected ruin machines/feral animals away from rangers many times by now, to the many thanks and gratefulness of the rangers

you’ve even managed to even figure out how to push Collei’s wheelchair around when she uses it!

mostly by possessing tree after tree and using vines, or occasionally a fungi that can fly so you can nudge her along

she has insisted that you possess a ruin guard and carry her just to try it… however, Tighnari overheard her talking to the forest rangers’ dog (you) and immediately knew shit was up and banned you from doing it (at least not yet)

While most rangers are okay with you possessing them for a few minutes (and they’ve developed this bandana wrapped around their upper arms policy of “red = no possess, green = go ahead”)

Collei is the most okay with it and for longer, so you “won’t be that lonely ever again!” :’)

Tighnari is busy with stuff, so you can’t possess him as often, but the ranger has developed a theory that the more you possess someone, the more they can sense your feelings during possession/while floating around in ghost form too,

so he’ll occasionally feel you in the room with him, and start talking out loud in some one-sided convo to make you feel more included to make up for not being able to interact with him sometimes :)

(after taking you off his list of worries he’s still pretty swamped, not that he’ll tell you that, as he’s still not quite sure why he’s so, warm and safe feeling when you’re around, so willing to trust you so naturally, that it makes him want to at leats pretend to be worried abt a possessing ghost god/thing hanging out with the rangers now)

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basically everything is great!

the rangers are okay with you, they got a system to interact with you consensually, Tighnari and Collei are fond of you, you get to finally have something to do instead of floating around all the time (joining ranger missions)

and look!! they’ve even been kind enough to build you a little shrine or altar of sorts! Notes about Sumeru life, recipes for you to try, occasionally some books for you to read, and even some snacks/desserts for you to try out the next time someone possesses you and gives consent! (you leave them a little note stuck on their hand with your question for specific actions like that, if there isn’t another ranger there to ask for you when you unpossess them)

and everything is so cool, and everyone is so sweet and accepting

…Until Alhaitham shows up in Gandharva Ville, knocking on Tighnari’s door.

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AHHHH idk if this is any good! sorry it took so long, it was mostly the art 😭😭

anyway its not the best (the writing or the art) but i hope it’s at least some content to look at and be entertained for a minute!

also figured it was a good day to post what with the attack on our beloved Ao3 (tho i think it’s back up now?)

anyway, feel free to leave critiques on this one! (which I’ll probably turn this into a real fic one day soon, but not sure what to do with the plot/do a diff setup than this or what)

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sorry abt the radio silence! I just needed to close my mailbox bc i had a lot of stuff to answer, ur welcome to send submissions to chat/non-requests!

and also this took time to make (once again, mostly the art, bc thats how it always is with art isnt it 😭)

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Safe Travels Stranger,

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The topic of Palworld is pretty charged, but often times I see people be shamed for liking it because the CEO tweeted stuff about NFTs and the company using AI art in a separate game. Acting as if that's the most damning thing ever for a gaming company in an industry filled with similar people.

Make no mistake, I dislike both AI art and nfts, but do you realize how many gaming companies have involvement with that?

To begin with, Pokémon used AI art in a promotional piece for Pokémon Go in September, and nobody gave a shit because uwu Pikachu. The Pokémon Company also put a job listing some months back seeking an expert in NFTs. That's not quite damning evidence, but if I were a betting man, no "NFT expert" will willingly say "yeah nfts suck are bad for the environment, man, I'll take my paycheck and fuck off now." There's also a strong argument to be made that Pokémon has stolen ideas from fakemon artists (Finizen and Palafin, Scovillain, Dipplin, etc) and other franchises (kaiju movies, Dragon Quest, Megaman, final fantasy, western cartoons and food mascots, etc), a dubious legal statement that claims they own all fan art from the remixes and fakemon made on youtube to the pikachu your kid drew at breakfast; they have yet to apologize for the state of Scarlet and Violet while charging full price to millions of paying customers for a clearly unfinished and barely functioning game (which i did enjoy, but you can't tell me it was finished baking when it struggles not to shit itself just to run), and a bunch of other things people shit on Palworld for, but A. It's Pokémon so people don't care and think it's fine, and B. That's not the point of this post.

You know who else does NFTs and AI art? (Yes I heard Muscle Man from Regular Show in my head just now, too, moving along)

Square Enix sold several of their IPs for NFTs and claims to have used AI art "a minimum amount" in Foam Stars, yet I see nobody yelling for boycotts of Final Fantasy 14, 16, Kingdom Hearts, Dragon Quest, Life is Strange, etc etc etc.

Sony has invested in both, they want to implement AI into gaming, and has a patent for nfts to be used in games and consoles, yet there's no movement to throw out your playstations.

Bandai Namco- you know, that company with a hand in pretty much most anime games on the market and popular games such as the Dark Souls games? They have a game called RYU that's essentially a virtual pet game that uses the blockchain, and its AI driven, among other projects. Yet there's no outcry to stop playing the many, MANY games they brand with. This also includes quite a few Nintendo games (btw they just partnered together to form a special studio quite recently) like Smash Wii U/3ds and New Pokémon Snap. Nobody gives a shit though.

Android, Microsoft, Google, Apple- I don't even need to explain those, they have whole teams dedicated to both. Even popular VPN companies accept crypto.

I'm just saying an awful lot of you guys that scream and shit bloody murder about Palworld's company being involved with that shit are either the biggest "It's okay when my favs do it" type of hypocrites, or you're sorely ignorant to just how evil and greedy most corporations are. You'll be hard pressed to find a game company with popular AND fun games that DOESN'T have some interest in either, let alone movie and show studios. That's the awful reality we live in.

You have 2 options

1. You basically stop doing anything involving most modern tech, including throwing out your pc and smart phone. You could probably live a comfortable life with tech circa 2010, but you have to be aware that any thing you buy may go towards a cause you don't like.

2. You accept that people can enjoy a product while not necessarily agreeing with the CEO of said product. Most CEOs tend to be jackasses anyway, that's kind of the shared trait they all have. You can also discourage companies from using them while understanding it is everywhere.

Palworld at the end of the day is just a toy, that's it. From the looks of it, it's not even actually hurting anyone, and it seems like the company at least treats their employees pretty decently- at least according to a few things I've seen here and there that seems rather progressive for a Japanese studio (with room for doubt obviously, it's a company after all and as we've established, they're all evil). At the least its not like when people supported Hogwarts Legacy and directly put money into JKR's wallet so she can openly hurt more Trans women. In fact, the only people seemingly hurt in all of this Palworld drama are obsessed Pokémon stans that can't accept a parody, or the Pokémon Company themselves, who rightly deserve some punching up tbh.

You can just say you dislike the game, that's fine, I totally get that. Even though I personally think The Pokémon Company deserves a few nut shots after the way they've treated fans these last few years with the state of their games (and you know, stealing ideas from fans without credit), I can see why someone would be turned away from a parody that's literally meant to be Pokémon with guns. I can totally understand all of that, personally I'd prefer if the game was MORE like Pokémon with turn based combat.

But if you're going to defend Pokémon because you think its perfectly innocent because of Wooloo or something like that, just be sure you're aware you're defending the World's Richest Franchise and their own attempts at AI and NFTs while calling out an indie company (a real one thats learning as they go, not the fake "We're totally indie" franchise that hasn't been indie since gen 3) for having a ceo that also seems interested in the same stuff. And remember, you don't become number 1 without hurting people somehow (we could dig up receipts about certain partners Pokémon has teamed up with, such as Tencent with Unite, but I'd rather not right now.)

Just saying. I don't think you're an irredeemable person for still liking Pikachu, cuz I do too believe it or not. I've been a life long fan and still have fun with the games despite the clear scummy business practices towards their paying customers. Just maybe extend that courtesy to the millions of players just trying to have fun in this awful, putrid, shithole planet that just keeps getting worse and worse with each passing day.

Plus... you know, think about it. Do you think Pokémon would ever get around to making a gunless Palworld? Probably not. Do you think Palworld would exist if The Pokémon Company and Nintendo were the slightest bit chill about Pokémon fan projects like SEGA is with Sonic? Also probably not. From what I've read, the devs just wanted to make a fun game that happens to mostly be ARK with Pokémon adjacent monsters. That's not really a bad thing, all things considered, and it seems like the worst they've done is reference official Pokémon when making their own models.

Palworld being successful is actually beneficial to Pokémon fans, as well. It'll never really truly compete, but it has outsold Legends Arceus in terms of units sold (not as much financially because Palworld was only $30 plus a sale recently, but still impressive), and it is enough that Game Freak is aware of its existence. Let Palworld light a fire under their ass, and maybe GF will actually finish their next game before releasing it for full price (and no, we're not bringing up the tired imaginary ball and chain game devs, game freak owns 1/3rd lf the franchise and can easily take methods to get more dev time, they just haven't because money). Just saying, at least the Paldevs were honest enough to sell it in early access for half the price.

#palworld

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Truss

Woohoo Malleus woohoo! I'm making the trigger list a bit bigger because I keep thinking about how people will totally skip reading it if it's too small and then blame the writer for their own mistake. That shit is clown behavior but I don't want to be held responsible for someone else's case of stupid, so sorry to those of you who think this looks clunky. Line divider found here: @/cafekitsune. This is also a fic that is wildly self-indulgent, in that I mean that while writing I visualized my own physical form and quirks.

That being said, this fic is written with afab (assigned female at birth) readers in mind. No pronouns other than you are used for the reader, but the reader does possess a womb. Reader's chest is not described in the least, just the lower bits, and even then it's not at length. Malleus also refers to the reader as "beauty," but masculine people can be beautiful too so idk but here's a warning anyways.

This fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. TW for noncon, fae interaction rules used for said noncon, slight bullying if you squint, one (1) mention of blood (I'm beginning to think I have a problem.) Stay safe while reading. Possible OOC Malleus, I haven't read any of book 7 and if you spoil it I'll block you temporarily.

This is absolutely not your fault, and you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. It’s awful. Crewel was for sure his namesake, because this whole thing was a steaming pile of-

Alright, from the top, just to organize your thoughts: you are the only non-magic student in a school of mages. The teachers are mages. Your best friend/roommate/monster friend is a mage. The plants here can do magic, but you? No. Thanks homeworld. Love the gift of nothing.

Thus, the faculty have seemingly created a game of “how to piss off and challenge the magicless student,” in which they give you various tasks to just make you lose sleep. Vargas had you running laps until your legs felt like jelly, doing pushups until your shoulders started sounding like glowsticks. Trein had you learning completely off the wall trivia, such as what type of fabric the Queen of Heart’s favorite bathrobe was made of and why it made her more powerful. That’s nothing, it’s easy because you apparently have so much free time in their eyes. But Crewel? Fuck that man. 

When you got the assignment, it sounded fun and exciting. He gave you seeds for a fast-growing rose thing. Honestly you weren’t paying attention to the name of it, but you retained what you needed to know. The plant only grew in moonlight, so you needed to cover it before you went inside at night. It needed a minimum of two hours of moonlight to grow per night. If the basket was overturned and it was exposed to the sun, then the plants would die. Moderate watering, no fertilizer, the usual.

Once the plants bloomed, you were supposed to take the flowers and make some kind of glamour potion, so here you are, failing at doing so. You only had four flowers, and you’re down to the last one. You wasted three tries and you still have no idea what the hell you’re doing wrong and it’s due next alchemy class and you’re breaking curfew on top of all of it. You glare into your cauldron with your latest failed attempt and hunker down to shoulder against the side so you can dump it out and try again. 

“Oh, it’s you.”

The voice makes you jump out of your skin. You turn around and you almost want to cry tears of joy, because if anyone can help you, it’s him.

“When I saw a little head duck down, I thought that something strange was happening. A crime, perhaps.” Malleus smiles, and it’s not a kind smile, but you’ll take anything remotely positive at this point, “What are you doing on the floor, child of man?”

“Oh, I have to empty the cauldron.” You puff out, still trying to throw your weight to push the cauldron. You did it twice earlier, so this must be the effects of mental and physical fatigue.

“Oh, that’s right. Allow me.” Rather than waving a hand or anything, Malleus strolls on over and uncrosses his arms, taking one hand and pressing his fingertips against the lip of the cauldron. The whole damn thing tips, the failed mixture pouring out into the nearby drain. With the same ease, he tilts it back and turns to you.

When he looks at you, it’s… weird. You know he’s lizard-like, as dragons evidently are, but even Sebek’s eyes aren’t this jarring. They aren’t soulless or cold or unfeeling, but it feels like he is looking through you. His emotions don’t reflect in his eyes properly. That’s what it feels like. They reflect, but it’s wrong. Fractured. His lips quirk into a smile and you blink.

“Uh… wait, what are you doing out here, Tsunotaro?” You ask, turning to gather more materials, following the transcript of your recording from class.

His smile grows, “Just on a walk. Will you tell me what you’re trying to make?”

“Uh, yeah. This glamour potion? I don’t know. Remember how I was growing those flowers?”

“Of course. And what happened to the rest?”

“I… uh… I messed up the other potions. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong here.”

“No?”

“No. Do… do you think you could maybe… help me?”

“Of course.” Malleus plucks the flower up, twirling it thoughtfully, “Why don’t you gather the other ingredients?”

That was simple enough. Petals from your tediously grown blooms, some kind of floral oil with tiny white flowers inked on the label, a ball of clay no bigger than a pea, something that really resembled a severed finger, something that was hopefully just someone’s baby tooth, a handful of crystals in a rainbow of colors, and water. Lots of water. Malleus watches as you put all your ingredients on the nearby table and hums thoughtfully before dimming the lights and turning back to you.

“And where did you hear that you needed these things?” He asks. It’s not something that he says with any indication that you’re right or wrong. The tone is bland but the words say enough. 

He has essentially told you before that he believes you inept, a babe in the woods when it comes to this sort of thing, but it doesn’t stop you from looking as hurt as you feel, “The headmage visited class and gave me some pointers?”

“You personally or the entire class? I don’t personally recall concocting anything like this when I was in your grade.” He says.

You suppose you’re grateful that he’s so blunt, but his flat tone makes the sting of your failure that much sharper. You thought he’d be nicer, since you two are sort of friends, and Lilia has told you that Malleus is fond of you, but it also makes just as much sense for him to refrain from easing up in his flatness because he supposedly thinks so much of you. He thinks you’re an idiot, but he’s not willing to treat you as such.

“The whole class. And no one else in my grade is doing this.” You mutter, staring at your assortment of items on the table.

He approaches the table and plucks up the beaker of water, twisting it in his hand, “Did you distill this?”

“What?”

“Tap water often has various minerals in it. If you haven’t been using distilled water, you’ve been adding an extra ingredient. Typically, most potions are much more forgiving and you can use tap water with little issue, but this particular potion is known to be disagreeable.” He murmurs, crossing the room with your beaker of water and setting it up to distill with a practiced ease. “That’s why it’s typically saved for fourth year students’ aptitude testing.”

The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks. You’d like to protest but it unfortunately makes sense. Malleus looks over at you, somewhat blandly, then turns around to face you, looking half concerned.

You answer his question before he can ask, “I didn’t… know that. I guess it’s my fault for being from a different world…”

His lips twitch into a smile, and for a moment you can see amusement in his eyes, fractured with the underlying coldness, “Oh, it isn’t. It may be your fault for failing to ask questions, but having someone who is unused to this type of work take on an advanced project is cruel.”

“You think so?” You ask, voice lilting with hope.

“Of course I do. Why you’re expected to make a potion of this caliber is beyond me.” Malleus states blankly.

“Uh, yeah. I- I don’t know either. But thank you for helping me!”

His expression flinches. It lasts for less than a second before it smooths into an odd grin. You’re not quite sure what that means, but you’re too happy to stop and think about it. The water finishes distilling and you carefully begin crafting, using the tips Malleus occasionally mumbles towards you. Don’t put that ingredient in yet, stir clockwise, you need to grind that up with the oil, don’t rush you have time, et cetera, et cetera, and then you have a gorgeous violet mixture, glimmering with a pearlescent golden sheen.

Your jaw drops. Somehow the few ingredients you threw together is enough to fill several bottles. Malleus is making a smug face as you rush to the shelves of empty bottles and choose several fluted bottles, quickly using a ladle to deposit the final, successful potion into the bottles. You’re so giddy with your success that you hardly notice as Malleus walks towards the door and locks it. But only hardly.

“What was that for?” You ask, not actually caring. You’re too happy to be worried.

“Oh, we’ll need privacy.” He responds.

That part confuses you enough into caring. You turn around from where you’ve safely wrapped the bottles and slipped them into your bag and shoot Malleus a frown, “Privacy? For what?”

Malleus doesn’t say anything. He walks over to the table and you feel your body stand up, void of your control, and stagger over to stand in front of him. If you were concerned before, you’re frightened now. Malleus looks down at you with his strange gaze and folds his arms.

“Wh-what’s happening?! Why can’t I move?”

“You really don’t know?” He asks. Something about his tone sounds mocking, but you’re certain he doesn’t mean it to be. It’s his version of sarcasm, he’s spoken to you like this before.

Your body hops up on the table, taking a seat, and Malleus turns to stand before you, looking down at you with a soft smile. You shift your hips- what the fuck is going on- and Malleus very gently hooks his hands in the pants of your dorm uniform.

Your dorm uniform is legit whatever the hell you want it to be, so it would change on the daily. Today it was a pair of jeans and a hooded jacket. He kneels to remove your shoes and stands back up, leaning close as he tilts your chin up. His breath fans over your lips.

“You didn’t tell me that you were so lovely beneath your clothes.” His hand on your chin shifted to your cheek, and his other hand laid flat on the table. “And… your smell is much stronger. Are you aroused?”

“You can’t just ask me that! I don’t know what you did but you’ve got to let me go.”

“I didn’t do anything. This is your doing.” He retorts, pecking your lips very chastely. 

“What are you talking about?” When he didn’t respond, instead pressing the tips of his hand that was on the table against your exposed sex, your heart jumps but your body doesn’t move. You can’t, “Don’t do that!”

“Lilia informed me that making someone climax is similar to binding someone to you.” He mumbles, kissing you again as his fingers slowly slip inside. “It makes them fall in love with you. Isn’t that the most binding contract of all?”

You don’t know why he isn’t listening, but even less than that, you don’t know why he thought you could handle two fingers, much larger than your own, penetrating you. You squeal, but your body is incapable of tensing. Malleus pulls back, looking at you in a soft confusion.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“With me? What’s wrong with you? That’s too many- it’s uncomfortable!”

He blinks at you and withdraws a finger, which feels much better. You sigh. If you’re going to be forced to do this, you may as well not get hurt in the process. You close your eyes and Malleus hums.

“Is this better? You’ll have to forgive me. I haven’t had a dalliance with a human before.”

“I- I don’t think I’ll be able to… to forgive you for this.”

“No?” You can hear his smirk and the squelching noise as he pumps his finger gets louder. He slips the second finger in again and the burn isn’t so bad as last time, “Well, maybe you can decide that for certain after the wedding.”

“The wedd-” You have to bite your tongue to keep from moaning. Your body leans back, laying on the table, and your gentle assailant curls his fingers, leaning forward to mouth at your neck, “There’s not gonna be a motherfucking wedding. You’re-”

You can hear his horn scraping against the table, “Hmm. I didn’t think you were so entitled. You’re squeezing around my fingers. Are you close?”

“No!” You’re a liar. A ragged gasp leaves your throat and you feel the drop in the pit of your stomach, the burst of euphoria traveling up your spine as his thumb presses against your clit.

Malleus laughs, then leans up off of you. The sound of clothing hitting the ground is the first and only warning you get, but you can’t move, so it might as well have been silent. You feel something on your stomach, coming up about a half inch below your belly button. It’s… almost cool to the touch. You would think it would be warmer, but it’s not. Your eyes round as you stare at the ceiling, and Malleus’s face leans into view, his eyes boring into yours as though he’s reading your thoughts.

“You’re very warm. I’ve always thought this. You must be boiling inside.”

“I- what?”

He doesn’t respond, leaning back up. You feel the velvety head of his cock press against your entrance and as much as you want to jolt away, you can’t move your body. You can’t even look down to see what he’s doing. Your lashes flutter as the stretch sets in, the pressure worse than his two fingers. It burns, especially along the bottom, where his weight lays heavy thanks to gravity. You’re capable of wincing and letting out a whine, but nothing else.

“H-hey, that- that hurts.” You babble.

“Does it? You are squeezing me like a vice. I’ll stay still for a moment so you can relax some. Let me know when it stops hurting.” It’s very peculiar. Although he speaks with an animated tone, his voice is often detached. You would think he’d have more emotion since he’s inside of you.

You blink rapidly and decide that now is as good a time as any to ask, “What the hell is happening?”

“Must you tease me so?” He responds, his voice tense.

“What? I’m not teasing you. I can’t move!”

“Of course you can’t. You only just bound yourself to my will.”

“I what?” You shout.

“What, did you think I enslaved you? I could have, when we first met. You’re too free, giving people your name, thanking them, taking gifts freely… it drives me mad.” You feel a flash of heat, something warm rolling against your skin, like standing too close to a gas stove, “And now I find that you didn’t even know? I didn’t think you were such a fool.”

“That’s just called being polite!” You protest. “Oh my god-”

“I suppose I can’t blame you, really. Relax, lest I harm you.” He murmurs, rolling his hips further as though he can slide in deeper. 

You squeak, “N-no, that’s-”

“Too much, yes. Tell me, in your world, do faefolk exist?”

“I- I mean, if they do, most people don’t believe in them.” The oddity of the situation felt like a blanket. Having a semi-conversation while your friend- not after this- used you as a dick holster. It was almost comforting. “I don’t- I don’t understand.”

His voice was deeper than normal, an underlying rasp to his voice, as though it was coming from somewhere deep in his throat, “I will explain. I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know. But after I explain, I will begin to move.”

“H-hey, no-”

His voice sounded choked, half strangled as he stifled a groan, “I apologize for not being clear earlier. Among the fae, verbal contracts are common and binding. You do not give someone your name. You wonder why I never directly gave you mine? It is a way to bind someone to your will. You do not accept gifts. Invitations are fine, but a gift is a sign that you owe someone something. My help- a boon- is a gift. Typically it is repaid with another kind turn. And, most importantly, you do not thank someone without the sufficient power to break their hold.” 

You felt him draw back, that wave of heat rolling over you again, and then he slammed forward. The slick noise and dull smack were muffled by your squeal, his cockhead punching your cervix like it stole from him.

“Foolish little thing. I suppose it makes you cute.” He sneers, and your body sits up, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

The angle makes his motion a bit less painful. He’s no longer bumping against your cervix, thank the Seven, but the stretch remains. Your eyes flinch shut and Malleus tilts your chin up to kiss you again.

“St-stop- stop!” You whimper, “You’re hurting me!”

“If you would relax, beauty, that would not be a problem.” His chuckle is dark, the squelching from your coupling making a wicked duet that makes you feel dizzy, “And you said it to me so easily as well. Thank me again.”

“Wh-” One of his hands slipped under your hips, holding your bottom just under the split in your cheeks, and nipped your neck as a flat thumping echoed from where your bodies met, your legs bouncing with the motion. His member had gone back to bullying your cervix, and you wailed in the hopes that he would stop, “Thank you!”

“Heh… it escapes your lips so freely. Tell me, beauty-” He cut himself off with a grunt, panting against the column of your throat. “Tell me, what is it that you’d like? I would give you the world on a platter, should you want it.”

“I- ow! Y-you’re hurting me!”

There was a possibility that he was getting off on the pain he was causing you, just as much as there was a possibility of him not understanding that he was hurting you. With every motion of his hips against yours, despite the wicked pain, you felt that ever evil tug in your gut, like a stone growing heavier and heavier. 

You tried again, because if this had to happen, if you were under his control now, you may as well not get injured. You would not be pissing blood if you could help it, “It’s too deep!”

He listened. It was odd, but he listened, his voice warming as he slid back a bit and continued ramming into you, but no longer beating the hell out of your internal organs.

“I didn’t realize. Is that better?” His voice sounded warmer, echoey against your shoulder. His teeth grazed over your skin again when you didn’t respond. He choked out your name and you sort of came back to yourself.

“U-uh- I guess?”

“Wonderful.” He mumbled, his free hand reaching between your bodies and slicked with your sweat, to tweak your clit.

It should be embarrassing, how quickly you reached your height. Whoever he had been with in the past couldn’t have been so sensitive, since you felt his body jerk against you, an uncontrolled undercurrent to his motions. You let out a quiet, squealing moan and barely even felt the break when Malleus bit you to muffle his own groan. You didn’t feel him climaxing inside of you. You felt the control return to your body and flopped backward onto the table, your hoodie damp with sweat. Malleus took a step back, then carefully redressed you, then himself. You looked up at him and saw nothing but adoration in his eyes, not the fractured appearance of such. It was like he was actually looking at you.

When he spoke to you, leaning forward to cup your cheek, his voice was warm, warmer than ever, “Now, let’s start planning for the wedding, my beauty.”

#twisted wonderland #tw: dark content #disney twst #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #twst #malleus draconia #yandere malleus draconia x reader #tw noncon #tw bullying #fair folk #tw blood #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #yandere male x reader #cervix bruising #you cannot convince me that getting your cervix penetrated doesn't hurt like hell #Because getting it touched is just about the worst feeling i can think of next to getting stabbed #equal pain my friend

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Lucifer — I really hate your face

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4

CW: enemies to lovers, lucifer hates you lol (part 1), slight angst (part 3), he insults u in his mind multiple times (part 1)

Nuisance.

If there ever came a time Lucifer was asked to describe you, he would describe you as a nuisance. Another inconvenience to add to his already growing pile of problems.

The moment Lucifer found you snooping around the stairs leading to the attic and he had to threaten you to keep you away from it, he already knew you would be a more giant headache than he initially thought you to be—which was proven to be a fact when Beelzebub had revealed to him that you encouraged the orange-haired demon to hide a certain angel in your shared bedroom that time.

Lucifer wouldn't go so far as to say that he hates you, that's a word that he can't just throw around lightly, and he did genuinely feel bad for possibly traumatizing you when he attacked you that time, but he is in no way fond of you either.

In fact, a small part of him wishes Diavolo hadn't shown up then, wishes he could get rid of you one way or another, perhaps, make it seem like an accident. But alas, that can't be as it would be the Demon Prince's reputation that will be dragged through the mud if something were to happen to the human exchange student.

And so, Lucifer swallowed his complaints. In a way, this was also his fault for not thinking the selection through, it was his fault for just picking up a paper that flew away and deciding that this person would be their exchange student. He can't help but want to smack his past self upright in the head for being so careless.

The Avatar of Pride can look past your previous mistakes, and chooses to look past your previous mistakes, but now that you've involved his brothers in your scheme? He can't help but feel his blood boil at the thought.

Lucifer wasn't a soft-hearted demon by any means, but he was extremely loyal, and his loyalty lies with his brothers, whom—even though he doesn't show often—he loves more than anyone and anything in the three realms.

Now, he knows he can't exactly do anything to stop it as his brothers all have their own free will, but he doesn't like the idea of you, his newest headache, charming his brothers one by one into forming a pact with you. Your reasoning for this?

Apparently, you want to gain Lucifer's respect by proving yourself through making pacts with his brothers.

Upon finding out about this, Diavolo had stars in his eyes and a wide grin of amusement on his features, he let out a joyful laugh and gushed about how happy he was that you have found a goal to achieve during your stay in the Devildom.

Lucifer, however, calls bs on your so-called 'reasoning'.

If you truly wanted his respect, there are other ways to go about earning it without involving his brothers. A suggestion of his would be for you to stop poking your nose in other people's (or demons') business and be less of an annoyance than you already are. But to bring his brothers into this? He certainly doesn't have a good feeling about the whole thing (though, he also considers that this unsettling feeling may just be because he doesn't like you).

You know what? He changed his mind, Lucifer would go as far as to say that he hates you, despises you, even, and that he can't wait for this school year to be over for you to go back up from that dirt of a planet you came from and never show you stupid face to him ever again.

He's well aware that humans are capable of producing intelligent and cunning offspring—Solomon is an example of that—even so, he's also now aware that humans are capable of birthing fatuous beings such as yourself that he can't help but feel a bit bad for the feeble race.

The demon lets out a sigh, the muffled sound of laughter coming from outside of his office drawing his attention away from his paperwork and towards the direction of the noise. He scowls, he doesn't even need to exit to know that it's you spending time with his brothers once again.

He hates you.

He hates how you have his little brothers wrapped around your pretty little finger, that you can literally make them bow down to you, kneel in front of you and lick your shoes if you so wish. His anger brought on by these thoughts made him snap the pen that was in between his fingers and he lets out another sigh, his crimson eyes tracing the exploded ink on the paper, on the table, and on his pale fingers.

You're planning something. That much, Lucifer is sure of. You're planning something and he'll be damned if he doesn't figure it out and put a stop to it before you can go through with that stupid plan of yours.

And for the next few days, Lucifer suddenly started popping up in places you happen to be. In the classroom? He's suddenly seating behind you. Walking through the halls of RAD? He's passing by you while discussing important things with Diavolo. Playing games in Levi's room? Lucifer is suddenly barging in to remind Leviathan of his chores.

But you didn't think much of it. You did live under the same roof, after all, and went to the same school. You were always bound to cross paths with him more often than you'd like.

So it wasn't a surprise either when you heard him coughing behind you in the kitchen while you were looking in the fridge for something to snack on, your stomach grumbling after Beel ate your share of dinner (he thought it was Mammon's plate he was taking from and offered you his own plate when he saw the horrified look on your face at the little serving left for you)

"It's already past curfew, isn't it?" Lucifer spoke, and you swear there's poorly hidden malice lacing his words with suspicion, "What are you doing?"

"Ah!" you gasp in surprise at his appearance, turning to look at him while taking a step back from the fridge and closing it. You smile warily at him, waving your hand in front of your face in a swift motion.

"Nothing, nothing! I was just.." you tried to think of an excuse, but could only sigh in defeat when you realized you didn't have one. "I was hungry."

Lucifer hums in response, his eyes scanning you from head to toe as if he was looking for something.

"Would you like to join me for a midnight snack, then?" He offers, his gaze meeting yours as he gives you a smile.

His crimson gaze bores through you, staring right into your soul, and in contrast to the warm color of his eyes, he looks at you with such coldness that you had to suppress a shiver from going down your spine. His smile reminds you that of Satan's; fake, but extremely convincing, only much worse now that it's coming from the source material himself.

You tried to read through his emotions, tried to gauge out what he was planning, if he was mad to catch you outside of your room in such an ungodly hour. But as usual, Lucifer kept his cards close to his chest, with you being completely clueless as to what might be going on inside that mind of his. You've always been wary of interacting with the eldest—the way he usually knows of things that he shouldn't scares you, and you always feel naked under his intense gaze.

Crimson eyes gazing through you, through your thoughts, feelings, you feel like he can play you like a fiddle if he so wishes. Perhaps, that was just what it truly feels like to be face to face with the morning star himself. God's favorite son. The one courageous enough to lead a rebellion against his own father—his own creator.

"Surely you haven't fallen asleep while standing up, eyes widen open and staring at me, have you?" His mocking voice cuts through the silence in the kitchen, effectively pulling you out of your own thoughts and back to reality.

"Oh- uh.." You spoke, just to let him know that you are still here, still listening, still thinking his offer through.

It's not news to you that the eldest brother isn't fond of you, not at all. You've received his sharp glare one too many times, and he seems to lose his patience and temper more often when it comes to you making mistakes than he does with his brothers—sometimes, you feel like you're one wrong inhale away from being hung upside down just like Mammon.

That being said, it made you wary to know that the demon that hates you, who also happens to be one of the most powerful beings in this realm, is suddenly asking you to spend time with him. Just the two of you. Alone.

Your survival instinct is yelling at you not to, that you should just politely decline him and be on your merry way back to you room. Put this evening behind the both of you and act like it never happened in the morning.. but then, you remembered your mission. Your goal.

A demon locked me here.

You're the only one who can help me.

You let out an internal sigh at the reminder, swallowing your own fear and uncertainty before looking up, your eyes meeting Lucifer's as you spoke with utmost confidence, as if you aren't fearing for your life at the current moment.

"Sure," you responded, a smile stretching your lips, "I would love to."

"Excellent,"

Lucifer loved that too.

#obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me luci x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x you #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader

[zane-wanna-sleep]

Okay so part 3 of time-travel and it's focus on the kids! (Im gonna keep call it like this cuz i dunno what to name(u can suggest))

Also I actually love writing the kids happy soooo blind yourself about all of before and enjoy this peacefulness

Part 1 , Part 2

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Spider blinked, one time he held Tuk in his arms, tried to kept up with na'vis' speed, being dragged along by Lo'al. And next time he blinked he being threw over Neteyam's shoulders like a sack that's also when he tried to shout, kicking(plus not to hurt his bro), struggling.

Maybe that's the reason why he was tired, from demanding for explanation of all these and for letting him go so he had stopped struggling for a while by now, being carried like a bean sack over the na'vi's shoulder was a new, or maybe strange, experience after all, and from here he can see Pandora in a whole new perspective so maybe it's not that bad? He tried to look at the bright side and let the siblings do whatever on their mind 'cause they help him escaped from Neytiri also.

Neteyam let his hands and his arms grip Spider's legs let them felt the weight on his shoulder let his skin felt the warmth along those, his ears perked up listened to everything Spider said, not obey though, he did all those just to felt how alive his brother is. Spider is alive unlike his dad had said yesterday even he's not looked like the last time he saw him that's fine, all good, he's safe, they're safe. Neteyam closed his eyes and softly let out a long breath, he tightened his grip a little, not tight enough to hurt his brother just to make sure.

Everything according to Eywa and her plan is always right, no mistake made by her. So She blessed them to be here on plan; that's the explanation if someone ask Kiri. She saw Spider struggling at first, his voice rang into her ears like a best melody in this messed up time, as it's trailed off she quickly turned to him, thankfully, he still breathing his mask hiss evenly and he sighed in accepting to be carried like that. Kiri was relieved, couldn't be more relief than this, she reached out to touch his warm leg for more reassurance.

Lo'ak looked at Spider, who was carried on Neteyam's shoulder, his thoughts flew somewhere else: sure he didn't understand anything that happened at all but he could understand hat his bro is alive in their arms, for mins, well he was on his brother's shoulder now, but that's not the point. The point was now they could shield him from everything, from the RDA, from the beast, from their mother and from death. And that's what they all agreed to do despite Spider's grumble that came after his strugling and demanding ended.

Tuktirey tried to stopped crying and she's success! But her sob still there when her big brother was lifted up by her another brother, so she wailed, 'cause she want to be held in his arms, want his warmth of running blood in his body covered her, she doesn't want to leave it and felt only coldness again, like when her dad said Spider is gone all she could felt was cold and she doesn't want to feel it ever again.

She only released her grip from him when her older siblings said that they going to let Neteyam carry him so that he couldn't left or escape from them again. She couldn't understand why now Spider was much taller than her and why she felt like she couldn't hold her tears and whined.

But that's okay, she could handle it she's a big girl, she could wait until she can throw herself into her brother's arm again. Coldness just a mins for forever warmth was worth.

They're going to their secret place, where no one could find them, no one could bother them and, the most important, no one could harm their brother.

No one say anything all the way even though they wanted to warm up and relax and have so much things that had to take forever to talk about. There's only sob from the youngest and hiss from Spider's mask with his soft grumble

When they arrived, Neteyam gently put him down on the leaf mat, they made, as if he was a cracked glass. “ FINALLY, ” Spider sighed heavily “ and now could anyone please tell me some reason and point of this? ”

He crossed his arms and leaned to the tree, Neteyam missed his weight already. The siblings quickly chose their place and, of course, Tuk chose to be in his lap so Spider shifted, drew his arms to hugged her who quickly clung to it. He patiently waited for the respond

“ wow bro.. ” Lo'ak said through his breath “ you turned from small to.. tiny ” he wasn't even try to hide his smirk, which looked a little too soft for his tease.

Everyone stopped, they didn't expected that and again it's Spider who let out a laugh answer, he playfully pushed his bro head off his shoulder “ shut up bro, I didn't turn from or to anything ”

“ Riiight.. ” Lo'ak's word slowly came out, Tuk gigled at these and earned little teasing from Spider for agreeing with Lo'ak about he's tiny, she giggled harder. But besides them, Neteyam buried his face in Spider's hair from behind (he didn't pick Spider up like a cat and put him in front of him, he swear, with his fingers crossed), Kiri did the same but with his small shoulder and Lo'ak tilted his head to its another side, felt the movement of it.

They looked.. gloomy? Spider didn't sure what to called it but he knew it's not good so he frowned in concerned “ You guys acting weird today, what's worng? Is everything okay? ”

They're all frozed, little Tuk grasped him tighter and pushed herself into him further, if that's possible. Awkwardness floated in the air, heavily weighted him down to ground. Finally someone say something, he silently thanks Kiri “ I think this is Eywa's plan, she want us to fix things so chance were given ”

She always say such a thing, although Spider didn't understand any piece of what she said he agreed with her nonetheless, but this, which seemed to relate to him, he thought she would tell him about they had a fight with their parents or so but this was out of expectations “ okay... So? ”

No one say even after he had asked, Spider assumed they still don't want to talk about it and he wouldn't push them more, just let them do what they want now, he sighed and relaxed himself as well. It's made him feel a bit guilty to enjoyed this peaceful time while they were upset like this.

“ We missed you so much, yo'know ” Neteyam muffled in his hair called his siblings' agreeing noise and he was puzzled again, they just met him yesterday and now they missed him? It's not that long isn't it? Okay minus Neteyam since he kinda busy with training and followed Neytiri's, order to not be around him, lately, he didn't blame him of course.

“ Did you miss us? Did you feel lonely? ”

Oh, he could feel wetness on his shoulders did they just cried ?? How he wanted to hug and comfort them all, “ aw, sounds like it's you all who feel lonely to me, ” he attempted to joke and failed it seemed.

They're all nodded against him, took whatever he said seriously and it's new to him at very least Lo'ak or Kiri should've joked back “ okaaay... I missed you guys too, wish I could stay at night with you like that ”

Spider just said what on his mind that time and it's something he usually say even when they had to separate back to home and to Hell's Gate. Their grasp on him tightened, their tail quit swagged to laid on him if the hair on tail tip tickled him, Spider didn't acted out.

“ Then we'll sleep over in your room from now on ” Neteyam muffled in his hair sounded much more childish than usual. Tuk lit up by that idea sent her wide plead eyes direct to him

“ You know how small my room is, bro. It's can't fit you all in there ” he weakly said softened by Tuk's powerful tactic and even felt guiltier when she turned to pouted. “ come on Tukkk I have no choice, don't be sad ”

Spider snuggle with the youngest try to bring back her brightness and make her giggle from tickling “ How old are you Spidey? ” Tuk asked through her laugh the rest of siblings' ears perked up, they curious about that too but Spider missed it.

The blonde exaggerate gasped “ I can't believe you forget that! Does this mean you forget my birthday too?? ”

It's should be another dramatic joke of his but, again, today they decided to took everything from him seriously so when he jokingly sad they perked up and started rejected all of that bad-joke of his and fussed about every detail about him over Spider

The only human there had to taken back and put his hands up to stop them “ okay okay I got it! thanks for remembering everything about me, cuz ”

“ You know we love you, right? ” Kiri asked still kept her serious expression on. Less than often Spider have seen on her, she always gave a chill vibe

So he won't dare to say negative to his sister “ Of course, and I love you guys too ”

They seemed to satisfied with his answer since they began to relaxed again, slumped on his sides and mumbled in response to his rambling about how it's going at hell gate and what he want to do with them today

The siblings let Spider's voice lulled them but as soon as it's came to what he want to do, they all perked up ready to do it right there, while prepare in their head about how to fit them all in Spider's room at hell gate or how to steal his spare exopack

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I know this more like draft(I dunno how to end) but latest period time my mind isn't in proper state and then life is decided to throw a lot of things on me but I still want to let out my thought and I love writing the kids so here we go

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #atwow #avatar #atwow fanfiction #jake sully #neteyam #time travel #tuktirey #kiri sully #lo'ak sully

[seal-berry]

the fionna and cake ending reminds me of this article

sorry but u show golbetty being capable of so much and simon literally was gonna thank her for eating him but nooo we have to get a "emotionally well adjusted grounded" end about taking your lumps and not having a chaos god wife. god forbid women do anything. also the double standard with marshall and gary's romance i was not fond of-- u are telling me in all possible universes marshall and gary are healthy enough to have a happy ending and simon and betty arent? Because thats what youre saying when you frame all of this in a multiverse story.

the plot selectively gives easy outs like golbetty being happy to pop fionna and cakes world out of his head miraculously but we cant have petrigrof because one time simon didnt get on a bus. golbetty shows fionna a dream that sets her straight-- oh yeah, magic WOULD suck! this example world that is much worse than the original f&c world has shown me the light!! dont worry fionna, the threat of losing the world you took for granted and up until now it was implied you were barely making ends meet in will show you that your fantasy and dream were Bad. But cake can stay magic, because thats a metaphor for self identity and not a metaphor for telling a 20-something to grow up! simon stands there and explains what he learned to the audience just in case u didnt Get the Message about Toxic Codependency tm. it was the perfect setup for a dramatic universe breaking love story but instead we get simon being put basically back where we thought he was before the first eps of fionna and cake revealed he wasnt doing well. and that whole show they didnt budget a single scene for simon and our marceline to like. talk. 10 20-plus-minute AT episodes-- what we have been asking for for years-- and in the whole set we get the convo in ep 2 and thats all.

anyways i didnt like the ending because a message that boils down to "suck it up, reality is good enough, dont throw it all away for your god gf again thats the best ending we prommy" is a real swing and a miss in year of our lord 2023. personally throwing it all away for a hot god gf is probably the most self care thing one could do.

thats the line the world of adventure time winds up drawing, that so many things are possible, but this isnt. idk it feels like a slap in the face to have a quick tropey gay romance threaded between a romance that has such a rich setup and history from season 5 get ripped apart from the second there was a "mistake" in their meet cute moment.

anyways sorry i just felt like it was a cheap ending that was very much up on its high horse when the issue that breaks up simon and betty was only really deliberately written in the past 4 episodes. of a romance arc that has lasted since season 5. if u really wanted to go there they couldve made different choices from episode 1 that wouldve left me agreeing that this is a good end, but right now it feels very unsatisfying.

the conclusion is just that betty had infinite power and decided she did not want simon by her side. sad and boring, just like real life!

#sorry this is so bitter lol no disrespect to folks who liked the end #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #the article is pretty harsh but i think it emotionally rings true in the important ways #there are ways to make an ending unsatisfying and this wasnt one of them #this is like if the madoka movie ended before homura went apeshit

[regryrth]

#drdtdevappreciation

Im so proud of how you all as a fandom handled this so well 💙 I know things are still pretty shaky in places and no one can rlly say this problem is “solved” or “forgiven” unless DRDT Dev specifically says so (which I dont mean to say they should or have to comment on anything, I know they mentioned theyre nervous and now uncomfortable interacting which I understand and accept responsibility for) But it really makes me happy to see how for the most part We’re turning something bad into appreciation. So for the fandom here. I appreciate all of you.

Even the ones who mightve gone too far. Just like me u had good or at least non malicious intent. Which turned out bad but there are still ppl who respectfully understand where youre coming from. Maybe its not wanted- But I appreciate and care for you too. I dont know how youre handling this all, But if its anything like how I did, I hope you understand nothing is ur fault just like how people have said it’s not entirely mine and not DRDT Devs. Even if it wasnt the best thing u couldve said in the moment. I understand u didnt want to harass anyone. It was a mistake made cause it’s human to act emotionaly have opinions and want to be understood with that. That can make ppl say and post things online that get deserved back-lash like I did. And the things u say can seriously hurt people like I did. I cant say how anyone else feels with everything thats happened But if Im right about everything so far. Its okay. To me at least which I guess isnt much. Even If u dont feel real remorse- You feel u were justified- But just dont want to be lectured in paregraphs over and over. Thats ok to me too. No one has to be completely justified in how they feel and it would be hyppocritical of me to say u do. And you shouldnt have to be looked at as any worse then the rest of us for stating your mind. Ur a great DRDT fan and person too and no one should claim any different for anyone. So while no one can throw around the word “forgive” for an incident that isnt ours to forgive- I “understand” u.

On a lighter note- The people who defended DRDT Dev without harassing anyone. U all acted so maturely in response to everything I honestly envy u a little. Does maturity and not making mistakes like these come one by one for you? When I make mistakes like this I feel like something with no real sense of right or wrong- Then I mess up and ppl come out to tell me where I went wrong and the “right” thing to do- And I piece together all the life lessons and “right” responses little by little until I feel safe with myself. Like a kintsugi piece. And like the cake in chapter 1! Did u have to do the same? I wonder if everyone experiences this. But thats not so relevant to appreciating you- So thank you for seeing every side. Even mine. Thank you for taking this whole situation and turning it into something good for everyone. We should talk about stuff like this more- While I still wish I hadnt posted that confession Im happy with whats been made of it- Even if the damage was still done. Because disrespecting and dehumanizing creators like DRDT Dev who put themselfs through so much to make wonderful content for us is never ok and to sweep it under the rug Like nothing ever happened is even worse. I know I requested the original post be deleted But Im ok with it being up on other blogs and posts because its important to hold stuff like this accountable and talk about it. And u guys did just that which is why Im so proud and thankful for u. This isnt a Thanksgiving dinner But u all deserve to be appreciated for doing good things too and supporting DRDT Dev.

And that brings me to who I appreciate the most- DRDT Dev. Everyone has said it so perfectly already I cant think of how to say it myself. But theyre so strong for going through all this. With their health. And going through and finding things like what I said. And other things none of us know about because they work to prioritize us over themself. And yet they still dont give up. They still keep going even with everything. They dont have to do this. But they do anyways and we should all appreciate them so much for that. Because sometimes we forget they and there team are human- I forgot that too. Doing things like my confession and taking their work for granted and other things is never ok. Im so happy we can do something to share our appreciation for DRDT, DRDT Dev and their team. Bad things and arguments and DRDT Dev being hurt by me had to happen first. I wish it didnt and that fandoms would give this much love and support to their creators without some incident happening first. But Im happy what happened let us appreciate the dev for there work now. And even if the DRDT Dev doesnt create side content anymore because of this- Its alright. They shouldnt have to push themselves past their boundaries or limits for us cause they already do so much. Even if we dont know much about them- We know enough to say theyre a wonderful person and we all love their content and them so much.

I know a lot of ppl apologized on my behalf and I suppose I wrote a longer apology to DRDT Dev and the fandom. But Ill say again as the anon themself- I am deeply sorry DRDT Dev for what I and others have said and done. I hope that you are well. And that youre able to see our appreciation through these posts.

I love you all 💙

#drdtdevappreciation #drdt #danganronpa despair time #despair time

[sanddusted-wisteria]

Earth and Sky, Ch. 1: Seed

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“Oh, u-uh…” The woman stammers incoherently a bit. Her voice has a low pitch and a coarse timbre. “I’m Wisteria. The…new builder in town. Or Wis, if that’s too long. Just wanted to introduce myself since we’ll probably be working together and…stuff.” “A new builder?” Qi says with a furrow of his brow. “No one informed me of this.”

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A/N: As of 12/30, I've split this chapter into two. I realized a bit too late that a whole 12.5k chapter is probably not the brightest idea. :P

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With every new month comes new deadlines.

The first thing that Qi does that day is tear the spring page out of his calendar and crumble it up. All his deadlines were met last month, luckily. Something to be pleased about.

He looks ahead to the first one of the summer: Summer 5. Physics Annual’s submission deadline.

He tosses the paper out and sits down at his desk, where his drafted article sits half-finished. Time to get to work. If his wrist is fast enough, he can hopefully finish it by 2 AM tonight.

He’s only a couple sentences into the results section before he gets his first distraction of the day.

The door to the Research Center opens. Qi can’t help but feel a twinge of irritation at the sound. He looks over to see who his visitor is.

It’s a woman he doesn’t recognize. Straight black hair falling behind broad shoulders. Matching dark eyes glancing around the lab, unsure if she was allowed to step beyond the threshold of the doorway.

“Can I help you?” he says, hoping she’ll keep it brief.

“Oh, u-uh…” The woman stammers incoherently a bit. Her voice has a low pitch and a coarse timbre. “I’m Wisteria. The…new builder in town. Or Wis, if that’s too long. Just wanted to introduce myself since we’ll probably be working together and…stuff.”

“A new builder?” Qi says with a furrow of his brow. “No one informed me of this.”

The builder’s brow raises. “Oh. Well. Now you know, I guess.”

Qi lets out a hum. They stare at each other in silence for a bit. The builder glances around some more, lips pursed, still completely stiff by the door. Qi suddenly remembers that he should probably tell her his name. He could at least afford the most barebone of pleasantries.

“I am Qi,” he says plainly. “Director of this Research Center.”

“Qi…” The builder tests the sound on her tongue with a raised eyebrow. “Well, nice to meet you. I’ll head out now. Just wanted to say hi real quick.”

Oh, good. Finally, someone in this town who knew not to bother him. He turns back to his paper. “Please do.”

Thankfully, all he hears afterwards is the closing of the front door.

Wisteria, his mind echoes, committing it to memory (though it’d probably need some more reinforcement). Unusual name. He knows what they are, of course. A genus of ornamental plants known for their sprawl and purple flowers. Somewhat opportunistic growers, readily growing into cracks in walls and other nooks and crannies.

Qi wonders why his mind lingers on the subject for this long, before remembering that he still needed to water his houseplants that day. Makes sense.

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The sound of crumbling stone and several yelps and curses jolts Qi out of his uncomfortable nap on a sandpile.

Someone…or something…appears to have made the same mistake as he did several hours ago: a misaimed step over what looked like a solid pile of rocks. Silently, he picks himself up and grabs his pickhammer. He slowly starts moving towards where the noise came from…

Friend or foe?

Whoever it is mutters and groans a bit to themself. Qi’s grip on the pickhammer tightens as he ducks behind an old locker of some kind by the wall. He doesn’t recognize the voice.

Friend or foe?

They get back on their feet with a sigh. Qi feels his mouth go dry.

Friend or—?!

He rushes out, raising the pickhammer over his head to strike—

“AAUGH!” the person shouts, flinching back with their hands over their head. The noise startles Qi and throws his focus off. His pickhammer doesn’t fall.

The person stumbles backwards, body still tense and hands still ready to try and block his terminated strike. After a brief moment, they seem to realize that he won’t hit them. They peek out from behind their hands. He’s greeted with the face of a vaguely familiar woman.

“Oh, it’s you,” she says, lowering her arms with a huff. “Don’t do that! You can’t just swing your pick around all willy-nilly in the dark like that!”

Qi realizes he should probably stop looking like he still has intent to attack. He lowers his arms carefully. “Apologies. I wasn’t sure if you were hostile. Or a monster.”

The woman picks herself up again, brushing some of the dirt off her clothes and rubbing her shoulders. “I might as well be hostile at this point…” she grumbles.

Strapped on her back is a pickhammer. A well-worn tool belt is on her hips. Ah. It’s her. “You’re the new builder, if I’m not mistaken?”

“Mm-hmm. And you’re the researcher guy.”

“Director.”

“Yep, yep. Director guy.”

He wants to correct her—it’s just “Director”—but there are more important matters at hand. “I wasn’t aware that the Civil Corps were using builders now for their operations. Well, that’s neither here nor there. Proceed with your rescue plan, then. I’ll cooperate.”

The builder squints. “Huh?”

Qi raises an eyebrow. “You…were sent here to extract me, correct?”

The builder purses her lips, glancing to the side. “Uh…no? I just came to get some tin. I guess I’ve got no choice now, though.”

Oh. With how long he’d been stuck down here, he figured that someone would have noticed by now…

“We should have a look around,” he says, trying to push the thought down. “I don’t think we can come back the way we came, but maybe there’s another gap somewhere. Perhaps some of this wreckage could help us in our escape attempt as well.”

The builder nods, taking her pickhammer off her back and scanning the area. She comes across some odd chunk of metal and raises her pickhammer to break it down into parts. Good. It seems like she at least has some semblance of a plan.

But as soon as the stone head CLUNKS onto the scrap, it snaps off its bindings and tumbles to the floor nearby.

Both of them stare at it, now almost blending with the rest of the ruin’s rocks.

A single word from the builder echoes off the cavernous walls:

“Shit.”

She sighs, shoulders slumped. The remaining wrench stick drops to the ground. “Ah…I’ve never made a pickhammer before. I’m too used to the weight of a pickaxe.”

Qi realizes that he should probably help somehow. “Um…you can use mine,” he says, holding his own pickhammer out. “You’d use it more effectively than I would, anyhow.”

The builder turns around with a raised eyebrow, before silently nodding and taking the tool out of his hands. She turns back around, continuing to dismantle the hunk of metal.

It’s silent except for the clang of the pickhammer.

“How’d you get down here, anyway?” the builder says after a couple more swings.

“I was seeking out a particular relic for my laboratory. Unfortunately, from how much rock I overturned, I can only conclude that it’s not at this level.”

“What relic?”

“An equatorial mount.”

“Hm. Never heard of it.”

Qi’s almost tempted to launch into an explanation, but he hasn’t answered her original question yet. “Well, in any case, I miscalculated how stable a rock formation looked, and I fell into this place. After confirming that I was indeed trapped, I decided the best course of action was to conserve my energy until rescue arrived. So I took a nap.”

The builder nods. “Smart. You don’t wanna wander around if you get stuck ruin diving. It’ll just make it harder for help to find you.”

The scrap breaks apart into pieces, and she bends down to inspect what could be used. Qi stares at her back for a few moments before she glances at him out of the corner of her eye. “Can you go and see what else is salvageable up ahead? You probably already saw something while you were down here.”

“Right. There should be some large debris piles over there. I can start sorting out some potentially useful things.”

“Thanks.”

He walks down the hall towards where he was trying to sleep earlier, pulling out some odds and ends in several junk piles that might seem useful. He’s not really sure if they are, but maybe the builder would be able to tell. He makes note of a shattered lifter robot to his right, and what looked like an old hoverplatform on the left.

He reaches the end of the hall where it opened into a long, vertical room and looks up. It probably used to be an elevator shaft. There looks to be a decent-sized gap in the ceiling. Maybe that was their ticket out.

He turns around to let the builder know, but he hesitates. What was her name again…?

“Wisteria!” he shouts. It’s dark down the hall, but he can just barely see the silhouette of her head perk up.

“Yeah?”

“There’s a gap in the ceiling over here! Do you think it’s possible for us to pass through?”

“Hang on, lemme see!”

Footsteps echo down the hall, and soon Wisteria emerges from the gloom. She looks up the shaft and hums. “That should be big enough, yeah. Probably could build a ladder using all this junk.”

“A ladder? Well, I have an alternate solution. Less components needed.”

The builder raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

Qi walks over to the old hoverplatform. “I believe this is a decommissioned hoverplatform. They were a prototype form of transport intended for traversing large indoor facilities quickly without walkable corridors or ramps.”

He goes on to explain how they work, pointing out the propulsion systems and how the fuel is transported, to the balancers to calibrate and turn the vehicle, to the steering, which is unfortunately damaged.

There’s an odd look on Wisteria’s face, but she nods along, occasionally punctuating his monologue with an “Mm-hmm…” or a “Yeah…”. She follows him as he points out the specific components.

He’s just about done explaining the details of the machine when she holds up a hand. “Okay, uh, that’s cool and all, but… How’s it gonna help us?”

Qi sighs. “I was just about to explain that, builder…”

Wisteria rolls her eyes and shrugs. “Okay, okay…”

“My plan is this: we find an engine and some power stones in the rubble here, fit it to the vehicle, then we fly out the gap in the ceiling!”

The builder hums and inspects the hoverplatform again. She points at the busted steering stick. “That’s the steering, right? You think it’ll be able to work like that?”

“Well, I’m sure we should be able to fix that as well. It’s just a simple stick—”

“And do you know how to drive one?”

“N-no…but I’m sure it’s fairly intuitive…”

“And what’s to say the…what, the stabilizers? What’s to say the stabilizers aren’t working right, either?”

“Er…well. If the balance of the vehicle can’t be properly calibrated, then… It might be incredibly difficult to control our trajectory, and we would…die. Or at least have a greater risk of dying.”

The builder fixes him an unamused stare. “...I think it’d do better as scrap material.”

Qi slowly nods. “Yes…perhaps that’d be the more…pragmatic option.”

Wisteria flips the pickhammer around to use the pick end to try and pry the platform open. And Qi is back to standing back and staring as she works. His mind starts to wander…wondering where he left off when he left the Research Center…

Ah, right. The other new builder (whose name was also escaping him) had requested a processor diagram. He put it off for later, given how trivial it was. He could probably get it done in less than 20 minutes. He figured he’d search for the equatorial mount for a few hours and handle it after, but then he found himself in this mess.

“Anything else look interesting around here?” Wisteria’s done with the platform, it seems. The hull is split open and several metal rods are spread out on the ground.

“Indeed. There’s an old lifter robot over there,” Qi says, pointing to where it sat pitifully against the opposite wall.

They both move closer to take a look. It’s a bog-standard model. Used in all manner of Old World facilities for heavy lifting and cargo movement. And yet, as he’s standing here seeing it for himself and not through a sketch or photo, the shape and size feel vaguely reminiscent of…

“This machine…” he mutters idly before he can stop himself. “...It reminds me of something…very obscure. Something you never would’ve heard of.”

The builder looks up from where she’s opening a panel into the robot’s motor chamber.

Qi doesn’t say anything more for a second. His mind has suddenly short-circuited. Mentioning anything about Gungam was absolutely not an option. But…ugh, the builder was waiting for a response. Maybe if he’s vague…

The builder raises an eyebrow at his silence.

“Ahem. Well, it’s a…thought experiment of sorts, where a robot is teleported back in time…”

“Uh-huh…?”

Qi delves into a summary of Gungam season 4. As vague as possible, of course. Absolutely no mention of the pilots or the Gungams involved. Meanwhile, Wisteria turns back to the robot to continue scavenging, once again punctuating her silence occasionally to acknowledge his words.

“...And unfortunately, the author…never managed to…finish writing this thought experiment, so we can only speculate on the robot’s fate.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Even so, it’s a fascinating hypothetical to consider…given time travel is indeed possible.”

“Yeah.”

“Take our predicament, for example. What if I were to travel back in time and warn my past self not to search for the equatorial mount today? Or…rather, just don’t stumble into this part of the ruins.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Hm. Well, you would likely also fall down here regardless of whether I was present or not. Considering the coincidental nature of our encounter, I think it’s safe to assume these events are independent.”

The builder sighs. “...Yeah?”

“So given that, perhaps I could inform myself several hours in the past that you would be falling down here, so my past self could rescue you. Or at least inform someone who could. My past self is…was? Busy. Very busy.”

“Or maybe,” Wisteria blurts, an edge to her voice and shoulders hunched as she pauses her search. “We can accept that we’re stuck in the present, and try to solve our problem in the present.”

“Of course,” Qi huffs. “We should just be thorough in our exploration of the possibilities, builder.”

The builder shakes her head with another sigh and continues rummaging through the robot’s innards.

It’s silent after that, save for the clatter of metal scrap parts. In the newfound quiet, Qi realizes that, despite her dismissive responses…the builder was listening. Something that most people only pretended to do whenever he would try to have a scientific conversation. And that was when they were being polite.

Perhaps, for once, he could have an agreeable colleague.

Wisteria stands up with a grunt, finished inspecting the robot. “Okay, think I’ve got enough stuff now. Can you help me move that fence thing over there?”

The two of them hustle about the corridor, pulling all the odd bits of scrap together into what was hopefully a stable-enough ladder. It’s a rather clever scheme, even though the end product looks a bit shoddy. But what else could one do in an emergency?

After a lot of climbing (with much more thorough terrain checking this time), neither of them hold back loud sighs of relief at the sight of the sun.

They’re both quite lucky. No major injuries and nothing of value lost (he wasn’t sure if the builder’s slipshod pickhammer had any tangible value). Unfortunately, the reddish hue of the sky far above the gorge indicates that Qi had wasted an entire day down there. He bids a short farewell to the builder when the lift reaches the top and turns to hasten back to the Research Center.

“Hey, wait!”

Qi freezes mid-step and turns back towards the builder.

She’s holding the pickhammer up in one hand. “Don’t you need your pickhammer back?”

Qi thinks for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t see myself needing it any longer. Best I avoid expeditions like these so as to not impede the progress of science. Besides, you are in need of a replacement, anyhow.”

“Oh,” says Wisteria, lowering her arm and looking down at her newest tool. “That’s, uh… Th-thanks.”

They’re both silent for a moment. Qi’s just about to turn around when she opens her mouth again. “Uh, what was that relic you needed again? I can probably keep an eye out for it if you give me a picture or something.”

Qi’s brow raises. Of course. She’s a builder. She has experience in trawling ruins as carefully and efficiently as possible to gather resources. “I’m seeking an equatorial mount,” he replies. “If you could get me one, that would be most appreciated. I can send you a rough sketch of it sometime tomorrow.”

Wisteria nods. “Gotcha. Can’t guarantee how long it’ll take, but I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

He hears a quiet “see ya” from behind him, voice fading into the distance as he descends the hill beyond the salvage yard.

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Wisteria brings him the equatorial mount just a couple days later. The joints creak a bit, but the range of motion is superb. She quietly nods along as he explains what exactly this device is meant to be for. He could tell that her understanding was already leagues beyond the Civil Corps at their combined brightest.

She balks at the request of finding a telescope for the mount to hold, but begrudgingly says that she’ll be on the lookout for parts.

Qi now had a reliable source of relics and research. Finally. About time some progress was made in this sandpile of a town.

She leaves the Research Center, and Qi gets back to work with a newfound burst of energy. The stars feel closer than ever before.

Unbeknownst to him, somewhere deep within, a seed is planted.

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He’s not quite sure why Wisteria handed it off to Heidi instead of him, but it doesn’t matter.

The Mobile Suit.

It’s here. It’s real. And it is exquisite.

He runs his hand along the expertly-welded seams of the chassis. He eyes the engines, polished to a shine. He twists the arm, testing the articulation. Every point of his design—the strength, the structure, the aesthetic, the elegance—validated.

It’s everything he’s dreamed of. No, even more. He can’t pilot it just yet, but he will… Soon enough…

If he ever manages to travel back in time and encounter himself as a boy, he’ll tell his younger self that there’s one less thing to worry about.

He makes a note to entrust Wisteria with any serious building jobs from now on.

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Qi’s not sure if the burn in his cheeks is from a scrape or embarrassment. He doesn't know what to do as the townsfolk all cheer above him for the new bridge, so he just…lies there on the dusty ground where the Mobile Suit ejected him.

Was it better or worse that no one was paying attention to him…? And where was Sleepyhead?!

A shadow falls over him, and he looks up. It’s Wisteria, laughing. Not mockingly, though. She offers her hand. “Hey, you okay?”

He grimaces and takes the hand, and Wisteria hoists him up with ease.

“Doesn’t look like you got banged up that bad…” she says, inspecting the state of his face and clothes. “At least, I hope.” Her smile takes on a twinge of concern.

“I-I’m fine,” he says briskly. His pride is not, however.

Wisteria glances at the inactive Mobile Suit. “Well, I hope our robo buddy’s doing okay, too.” She snorts, her smile gaining a smarmy twist. “It’s our greatest a-Qi-vement, after all!” She laughs again, but it comes out as a loud, almost aggressive cackle.

Qi’s expression contorts into something akin to disgust and bewilderment combined like an acidic solution. Wisteria only cackles harder at the look on his face. All matters of his pride are swiftly forgotten.

“S-sorry! Wait, no, I’m not sorry,” she gasps in between laughs. “One syllable name with a vowel sound at the end! It’s too–it’s too easy!” Her voice dissolves into more giggles.

“…Was that…necessary?” Qi finally finds his voice again.

Wisteria finally calms down. “Not in the slightest!”

It’s such a contrast to the reserved, sardonic builder he’d worked with the past month. Qi can’t help but feel a bit curious.

Just who is this woman?

He halts the thought in its tracks. Surely there had to be better questions to ask that don’t involve excessive social elements.

He focuses on getting to the clinic instead.

The seed inside him sits patiently in the soil.

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Qi’s in the middle of a complicated trajectory calculation when he hears some loud thumping on the outside stairs, trailing up to the roof. He groans. Was that the ranch girl playing one of her immature pranks again? He really needed to file her as a persona non grata sooner or later…

He gets up from his desk with a huff, straining his ear to try and catch what stupidity was going on up there. The thumping has stopped, replaced with the sound of…a drill? Something drops onto the roof with a loud CLANG, making him jump. The sound of tools…the tools of a builder—

He rushes outside, slowing down only when his inactive body struggles with the stairs. He has to stop and catch his breath at the top, hands on his knees, but it’s all worth it when he looks over.

In the center of his roof stood a giant, magnificent telescope, in flawless condition.

Wisteria stands at the base of the equatorial mount, waving with her wrench still in her hand. The telescope is higher than the top of her head. “I found it!” she calls with a grin. “Isn’t it cool?!”

Cool? A part of him scoffs. That’s the only way you can describe such a sophisticated instrument?

At the same time, though, he can’t deny that it is very cool.

He gets closer, trying his best to inspect it from every angle. He cranes his neck to look at the giant, polished lens, shining with reflected moonlight. He holds out a hand to try and get rough relative measurements and estimate the size of the aperture. He runs over to the eyepiece and grips the sides, pivoting it around to test the mount’s true range of motion and—

Wisteria suddenly comes into his field of view from behind the telescope.

She’s staring at him blankly.

Damn it. He was running his mouth again. How did he completely forget that she was there?! And now there’s one more person in Sandrock that won’t take him seriously and of course it has to be the only one who can actually get things done around here and—

Qi clears his throat. “Thank you for the relic. Your efforts were acceptable. That will be all.”

His tense words knock Wisteria out of her stupor. “Uh–wh… Huh?”

Ack, he just keeps blundering. Payment. Compensation. He sticks his hand into his pocket to try and fetch some gols, but all of them are empty. “I do not have any compensation for you at the moment, but rest assured that I shall send the payment via mail as soon as I can. Now, please. I have research to do.”

That still doesn’t seem to satisfy the builder. She glances away. “I…don’t get to use it…?”

Either he has to go or she has to go. He’s already done enough damage to his own reputation as is. But if he tries to leave now, he’d only make it even worse for himself.

“I have critical research work to get done.” He clams up after that, even though he really should have elaborated. Specific examples would’ve probably been able to persuade her…

Her shoulders slump a bit before tensing up. Her eyes are narrowed. “Is that all my work is worth, then? Just another stepping stone for yours?”

Words are not physical objects. They do not hold any weight. And yet, when Wisteria says that, he can feel them crashing into his gut.

From somewhere deep in the corners of his memory, he hears echoes of more or less the exact same words, but from his own voice.

“Is that all my work is worth, then?”

Shouted not at who was supposed to hear them, but into the void as he ranted angrily to his sympathetic grandpa.

“Just something to exploit for your own convenience?!”

In the present, Wisteria huffs. “Have fun, I guess. I’m sure your ‘research’ is oh-so-important.”

There’s a flicker of jet black hair, and then she’s gone.

Qi can only stare at the spot she was just standing as his blood runs cold.

Frost hardens the soil. Completely inhospitable for the seed.

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Qi feels nowhere near as productive the next day.

His mind is constantly preoccupied, replaying what happened last night over and over.

It was honestly a bit embarrassing. He was used to the occasional blunt exchange with a colleague or  the townsfolk. His natural, somewhat-unfiltered disposition could lead to frustrations and breakdowns in communication. He’d learned over many years how to take the scoffs and eyerolls and groans in stride. It never really affected work. If they didn’t appreciate his manner, everyone at least appreciated his efficiency.

So why is this one conversation causing him so much discomfort? It wasn’t the first time Wisteria had shown a bit of frustration when they talked. But this time…

“Is that all my work is worth, then?”

The words still ring in his hollow mind.

He took a deep breath. Logic. Rationale. He needed to take a more neutral look at the situation.

Wisteria’s words felt so impactful because he’d said them himself before. And when that happened, he was feeling…insulted.

Years of work and tuition money. The culmination of his research career to date. All in a single paper. All he had to do was confirm his committee…

And then it was all gone. Swiped and submitted for defense by one of his own damn peers.

If Wisteria was feeling even a fraction of the burning stew of emotions he felt back then…well. He was hardly any better than that thief, was he?

Qi lets out a sigh. He thinks back on all the work Wisteria’s done for him. The equatorial mount, the mobile suit, the telescope, not to mention all the work she’s done for the town as a whole and the occasional power stone or small relic she brings him.

It’s…a fair amount, even only considering the physical value of everything. As for the intangible value… Owning an observatory-grade telescope all to himself? Seeing a design he made years ago as a mere flight of fancy come to life?

Priceless.

And he acted like it was nothing. Just a sum of gols. A line on the budget tracker. All in a hasty attempt to uphold his reputation, which might not have even been at risk.

There’s a gnaw in Qi’s stomach. He’s not sure whether it’s from the guilt, or the realization that he was feeling guilt. Over a seemingly trivial social interaction.

What was happening to him…?

He works the whole day like that, only ever half-engaged at most, even with tea. His trance is broken by the sound of footsteps on the stairs outside. Someone’s here to use the telescope.

He sighs and gets up from his desk, heading for the door. He’d better make sure that whoever it is doesn't damage it.

Chilly air greets him when he steps outside. He feels a churn in his stomach as he climbs the stairs. He has a feeling he already knows who it is.

He peers over the edge of the roof as he reaches the landing and sees Wisteria’s deadpan face. She’s looking over at him from the telescope’s eyepiece, clearly interrupted from whatever she was looking at.

“I was told the telescope’s for public use,” she says flatly.

Qi swallowed a lump in his throat. “Y-yes. City Hall mandated as such.”

Wisteria is silent. Qi’s not sure what else he can say to ease the tension. Every option seems equally bad.

Wisteria huffs. “Why are you here?”

“I…” He hesitates. “I…wanted to apologize.”

Wisteria’s expression is still stony. It makes Qi’s stomach twist, but he presses on.

“My actions yesterday were…unnecessary. I…”

He froze. I was worried you’d mock me? I was worried you’d think lower of me?

“…I acted too hastily. I truly do appreciate the work you’ve done for me. My research has catapulted along in pace…but I realize that my behavior seemed to imply your contribution was trivial. That…was not my intent.”

“Hm.”

The twisting was only getting worse. Qi takes a deep breath. “I…I know what it’s like.”

Wisteria raises an eyebrow.

Qi glances away. “I know what it’s like…when your work is only used to further someone else’s achievement. And not for its inherent value.”

Silence.

Qi feels himself tense. His mouth starts running without thought, like it always does when he’s nervous. “O-obviously, that scenario and this one are very different in terms of what was at stake, the qualities of the culprit involved, a-and what exactly happened in the aftermath and the amount of justice dealt out, a-at least, I hope, and—”

“Hey, hey.” Wisteria cuts him off. Qi clams up immediately and his eyes snap back towards her. She’s holding out a placating hand. It’s hard to see in the dim moonlight, but it looks like some of the tension in her brow has lifted. “I get it. I…I believe you. I think you’re being sincere.”

“…Yes. I-I am.” Some of the pressure lifts from Qi’s gut.

“Just…I’d like to enjoy the work that I’ve done too, y’know? Even the stuff we work on together. It’s not just about the money. Although…that is appreciated. Please keep paying me for my work,” she chuckles. “But the point is…don’t just shove me aside whenever you get your hands on a new toy, alright? I’m interested, too.”

“I understand,” Qi nods. “Again, I-I’m sorry. I will make the effort to adjust my conduct in the future.”

Wisteria’s eyebrow raises again. “Oh? I’ll hold you to it, then.”

Qi can only nod again. His mouth feels dry.

It’s silent save for the wind that rustles between them. Loose ends of Wisteria’s hair sway in the breeze, darker than the moonlit night behind her.

Qi suddenly realizes that she’s probably waiting on him. “…Do you want me to show you how to use the telescope, then?”

Wisteria hums, pursing her lips. “I…think I still need some time to cool it. I don’t wanna spoil the fun for you.”

“It’s…not really that troublesome. I’ll just take into account our conversation just now when I see your reactions, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m also getting tired, so there’s a simpler reason not to, I guess,” Wisteria snorts. “Some other time.”

“Anytime. Just let me know,” Qi says with a nod.

The corner of Wisteria’s mouth quirks up. “I will.” She steps back from the telescope, gesturing to it with one arm. “All yours.”

A sudden bit of levity hits Qi. “Thank you,” he murmurs as he walks past her to stand at the end of the telescope. He hopes that the right amount of gratitude was imbued in the words.

From behind him, he hears a quiet murmur in return as the sound of footsteps get further away. “You’re welcome.”

Those two words alone manage to melt the frost, giving water to the ever-patient seed. Another spring. Another chance.

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Wisteria’s busy for nearly a week straight after that. The water tower bombing was forcing every builder around into (unpaid) overtime.

The last time she appeared at the Research Center to drop off some data disks for a generator diagram (“I swear to Sunlight, I spend more time refueling everything than actual damn work.”), Qi had asked if she still wanted that instructional.

Wisteria shook her head. She did still want it, but she just couldn’t spare the time or energy. Understandable. But Qi still felt a tinge of disappointment. Or perhaps it was lingering guilt. A debt still unpaid.

All he could do was wait patiently. Perhaps their opportunity would come once everything settled down.

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#yknow i thought this whole first half (now split into eighths) was only gonna be like 10k-15k total #but then it just kept getting longerrrrrrrr #my time at sandrock #shady's fics #mtas fanfic #mtas qi #mtas #mtas builder #a cosmic garden #e&s #mtas wisteria

[just-somehuman]

Please do NOT proceed if you haven't read Night Book 1 or any of the Book 2's (preferably Yakumo's as a major spoiler for his story is revealed). This... thing contains major spoilers, and I don't want to be held liable for ruining the story. But I mean, I haven't even read all of the Book 2's, let alone Yakumo's 💀 Proceed if you wish to spoil all of this for yourself. Otherwise, bookmark this or smth and read it afterwards.

It starts under the cut btw. I cannot describe how much time and big brain power I had to put into this 💀

How to Create Youjin Scientifically (DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME)

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Came as a surprise? Me too 💀

(I didn't read over this so I apologise for any spelling mistakes)

Let's just do this slowly.

What we know:

*spoiler for Yakumo is here somewhere*

- Youjin behaviour: violence and aggression, unawareness of their behaviour, increase in physical strength, incoherent speech.

- Experiment process: Capture Ayakashi and rob them of their power using "black sand" bullets, capture humans and lock them up, remove cells from the Ayakashi, preserve cells (I'm assuming), surgically transplant cells into human, you got yourself a Youjin.

- Failed prototypes are discarded but not killed.

- An unknown drug is used in the experiments, and it is vital to the experiments (they cannot commence without the drug).

Update: It was revealed that the drug is Yakumo's blood and it turns people immortal, which is why it's so important.

Right, so. Ayakashi and the vampire are mythical creatures, so how would we be able to do this irl? We'll start at the core. The drug.

The Drug

The behaviour Youjin display are similar to the effects of opioids. Chronic exposure to opioids can cause more aggressive behaviour. Opioids can also cause psychosis, which leads to (only mentioning the relevant symptoms) incoherent language and unawareness of behaviour. Psychosis is also associated with aggressiveness, but it is not in every case. So opioids are made of the poppy plant eg. morphine. Ya know what else is made of poppy seeds? ✨ o p i u m ✨ And we know tons of that was lying around *cough cough* Kagemaru from Ginnojo's book 2 *cough cough* that one event with Ginnojo *cough cough* that one event with Toichiro *cough cough*.

But what about the increase in physical strength?

Anabolic steriods.

Yes, I know they were only synthesised in the 1930s, but we're not talking timelines here. Ignore time in all of this 💀

So, in real life, the drug would most likely be two drugs, those two being an opioid and anabolic steroids.

As a friend said, the "wonder drug" down, what next? Transferring cells ofc.

Now, we obviously don't have Ayakashi, so we will have to use animals. But is it possible?

Transferring of Cells: Is It Possible?

Short answer: Yes.

It is entirely possible to transfer the cells of an animal into a human, it just won't do anything. The human body will reject the cells and nothing will happen.

So, what's next? The hard part is next, that's what. It's surgery time baby.

"But what about not being able to transfer the cells? 🙄" stfu Linda (no offense to any Lindas that are reading this, I am sure you are wonderful ppl).

Let me explain:

(Once again, we are taking time and throwing it out the window. Or would this whole thing make more sense in a modern au? Either way, time is non-existent right now.)

Transferring of Cells: The Surgery

We have to understand that a physically-possible Youjin (why am I calling it that) wouldn't be immortal or carry extraordinary abilities. It would probably just have increased strength, no genetic diseases and no genetic mutations.

That being said...

We can't combine the DNA of animals and humans, but we CAN genetically modify the DNA of a human. Although, that is only being used to fix genetic mutations, not to create new genes.

I mean, you COULD create a new gene by mixing DNA strands together to create a synthetic gene. But you'll need a DNA molecule 7 000 nucleotides long for it to be large enough to make an entire gene. It is technically possible, but it's gonna take forever.

Anyways, genetically modifying humans has been around for a while. HOWEVER, it can only be done to embryos. There also isn't a 100% chance that cell rejection won't happen. If we're talking about what modifications will be done to a physically-possible Youjin (I need to rename them), then it will remove mutations. These being diseases, mainly. This doesn't exactly make the human immune to every disease, just the genetic ones. So the human can still contract other diseases, unfortunately.

Current society believes that these modifications excludes these genetically modified humans from what makes a human human. That being their differences. I don't exactly agree with that, but it's society. What can I do against society?

KEY THING TO NOTE WHICH I SHOULD HAVE SAID EARLIER: From all the articles I found (because yes, I did have to do some research), no genetically modified human has gone past the embryo stage. With technology constantly advancing, in the future, it may be possible to genetically grow a human (oh my goodness ew that sounds so wrong 💀) It is speculated that the human would not resemble its mother and will live up to 30 years, probably. All speculation. In this case though, we're going to pretend that it IS possible to develop the embryo into a baby, and for the baby to grow into an adult that lives up to the average human death age (why didn't I say life expectancy) of 72 years.

So, to sum it all up, an embryo would be modified to have no mutations (genetic diseases) in place of transferring animals cells because that will just lead to cell rejection.

Okay, cell transfer down. What next? The differences between ARR Youjin and my Youjin (renamed them, but now I feel bad for calling them mine. Heck, I'm the OP. Technically they're mine 💀)

The Differences

I'm just gonna tabulate it somehow.

ARR Youjin:

- The drug is Yakumo's blood and turns the human immortal.

- The human's cells are mixed with Ayakashi cells.

- Youjin behaviour is due to the experiments.

- Youjin are "programmed" to follow a specific order.

My Youjin (still feel weird calling them mine 💀):

- The drug is two drugs: an opioid and anabolic steroids.

- Human DNA is genetically modified to remove mutations.

- Youjin are not immortal.

- Youjin behaviour is due to drug overdose.

- Youjin are "non-programmable". A list of behavioural outcomes can exist, but the probability cannot be determined.

And finally, what you probably clicked here for, the actual process.

How to Create Youjin

1. Harvest a human embryo.

2. Genetically modify the embryo to remove all mutations.

3. Let the thing develop into a baby.

4. Raise the baby under laboratory conditions.

5. Once the child reaches the age of twelve, start giving it a daily dose of an opioid (whichever you want) and anabolic steroids. The steroids dosage should be less than the opioid. These doses should be enough for the child, matching with the height and weight of the child.

6. Gradually increase the doses over the years, until the child is twenty years old.

7. At this point, the dosage of opioids should increase tremendously, and the dosage of steroids should lessen. Overtime, the steriod would have given the adult enough strength, but the opioids needs to increase to increase the chance of developing psychosis.

8. By the mid-30s, if the adult has not developed psychosis, it is a failed prototype and should be discarded (admitted into a psych hospital). If the adult has developed psychosis and the effects are showing clearly, it is now a Youjin. Its behaviour should be monitored at all times, and it should only be used when necessary.

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And there you have it. How to create a Youjin. I made Youjin omfl- 💀 I don't even think you can call them Youjin anymore because mine aren't that similar to ARR's.

Well anyways, this took two hours and I'm proud of it, somehow. Sorry if it's long, I think I got carried away with explanations. I hope you enjoyed reading this anyway. AND DO NOT TRY IT AT HOME. IT IS ILLEGAL.

I feel like I might get arrested for this, idk why 💀 My back is rlly sore rn, so imma go. I'll see yall tomorrow <3

F**k I got a test tomorrow and I didn't study, I was busy making Youjins shi-

#I am so going to jail #what do I even do with my time I swear- #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi rr #arr #ayakoi #ayakashi spoilers #ayakashi yakumo koizumi #ayakashi yakumo #yakumo koizumi #ayakashi night #ayakashi night faction

[opie-nixx]

Chapter 6 WDYM Attached?

Now, when I said that I'd have to start sleeping in my own tent I meant by myself. I'm not really complaining but he hasn't even asked about being a couple yet. Then again I don't know where I stand with him and the whole Mary thing. I never voiced anything because he is entitled to still have feelings for her. When I woke up 1 morning and didn't see him bringing me coffee or seeing if I was awake, it filled me with a bit of jealousy. Not in a bad way where I resent her but where I kinda wish I was her. I think he noticed I was upset because when he came back he was trying to offer to go do something. Hell, he was even gonna let me look in his journal. I declined and told him I don't want to look at his journal just so we can be on good terms again. He was moping and nothing but grouchy for a week. I filled my time with getting to know the other members by doing some chores or hunting with Charles. When the time came to go to Valentine Dutch asked me to ride with him I obliged.

Dutch: "We're gonna meet Strauss, John and Arthur there. They should be finishing up with some business there." My heart twinged when he mentioned Arthur.

Dutch: "What has been going on between you and Arthur?" I roll my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

Y/n: "To be entirely honest I'm frustrated. He's the most gentlest giant I could ask for and I love the way he treats me, but I'm frustrated because he went to see Mary."

Dutch: "Ahh. Have you tried talking to him?"

Y/n: "Well, no. It's not my business and I don't wanna pry on a matter that doesn't concern me. I mean I know they loved once and true but I don't know I thought that we had something in the bit we've known eachother?"

Dutch: "Oh darlin, it concerns you. We've all noticed how he's been with you. You have every right to be upset. Please talk to him about it. I'm sure he's willing to do anything to fix his mistake." We slow up and trot once we pass the post office. The smell of sheep shit fills my nostils.

Y/n: "I suppose. I think I've ignored him enough."

Dutch: "We're also done with watching him mope around. Come on now, I think you deserve a drink." He holds open the door for me. Once we sit he orders a whole bottle of Brandy a few glasses. He toasts to relationships. That's when Strauss walks in like a greedy cockroach and sits down and begins rambling about closing on certain debtors.

'Thank god I took care of the Downes debt...which basically consists of a few robberies to give them a little extra money and putting there debt money into the collection box. But at least I can have piece of mind, Arthur won't die from this.'

I keep downing some shots of Brandy as Dutch keeps pouring offering me a few smiles as he does so. Not to long after I hear the door open and 2 sets of footsteps walk in. I snap my head and see a grumpy Arthur and annoyed looking John make there way over to us.

Strauss: "Gentlemen."

Arthur: "Dutch, Leopold...Y/n." He greets as we avoid eye contact. The air seemed to fill with tension.

Dutch: "Where have you been?"

Arthur: "Working... Marston's thing."

Dutch: "Good....And?"

Arthur: "We're just waiting to get some pay on... a few sheep." I snort as I take another shot.

Dutch: "Y/n, Strauss, why don't you go along with John and ensure there ain't no funny business." I throw back another shot before standing up.

Y/n: "Yeah, sure." I stand up and glance at Arthur as he looked down and make my way out the door, John and Strauss right behind me. We begin to make our way back over to the sheep pen.

John: "What's goin on between you 2?"

Y/n: "What do you mean?"

John: "I mean he's been worse than his usual self since you stopped giving him attention."

Y/n: "I don't know, I'll talk to him when-" That's when I feel someone yank my arm and twist it behind my back.

'I forgot all about this part. Leviticus.' I try to scream and throw up a struggle when I feel a cold metal barrel get pressed to my temple.

'Shit.' I see the same thing has happened with Strauss and John. They drag us back over to the front of the bar. That's when I see Cornwall on his horse as he looks to the 3 of us and adjusts in his saddle seat.

Cornwall: "Van der Linde! Get out here. Get out here now!" The man holding a gun to my temple moves my hair to the side exposing my ear.

??: "I hear that the right hand man has a sweet spot for you." I focus my eyes and see Arthur peaking out the window and Dutch take a swig out of the brandy.

??: "I don't blame him, you sure are a pretty little thing." I begin to try and yank my arm free which causes him to click the barrel of the gun.

??: "I wouldn't do that when I have this gun so close to your head." He chuckles slightly in my ear. That's when I see Arthur and Dutch make there way out of the bar with there hands up. I have never seen Arthur's eye's fill with such rage and disgust as he did towards the man holding me.

Dutch: "Please, gentlemen, this is a terrible mistake. This is a case... of mistaken identity. What is worse... than admonishing a man... for the sins... of another? Who wants to be the Messiah? Not me... Nor do I want to be this "Dutch van der Linde," whomever he may be. I am Archibald Smith."

As if I could feel time itself slow I could see Arthur slowly yet skillfully pull out his gun and aim at each of the men holding us hostage. I could hear the bullet whizz my my head and into the man's skull as blood splattered on my backside. I stand in shock for a moment. That's when I reach for my revolver and start shooting in the madness. I run back behind a crate but not fast enough as a bullet whizzed by and grazed my thigh. I drop when I get to the crate. A burning feeling erupts from the open wound as blood begins to rush out. I whimper as I clutch my leg. That's when I see Arthur rush up to me.

Y/n: "This shit fucking hurts." I try to laugh out.

 Y/n: "I've never been shot before." I laugh as the pain causes tears to brim my eyes.

Arthur: "It's okay girl!" He tries to pull me up which fails as I plop back in the mud with a shooting pain. Arthur mutters and curses to himself. I look around before my eyes meet his worried ones.

Y/n: "Put me on your shoulder and I'll cover you as you put me on that wagon!" He nods as he hoists me on his shoulder with ease and puts his hand on my thigh to keep my in place. I unholster 1 of his gun's and duel wield. He makes his way to the wagon with ease as bullets skim by us. I slide off him as he puts his hand on my waist and helps me sit on the carriage. That's when I notice Strauss has also been shot and John griping and telling him to shut up. I laugh. I grip my leg as the shooting pain returns. I push my self up against the side of the carriage and begin to shoot people on the roofs.

Once we make it past the stables I hop off and limp my way over to the horses. Arthur carries Strauss and stows him on the back of John's.

Arthur: "You ain't ridin with that leg."

Y/n: "Well, I'm also not leaving you, so we better get this area cleared out before we hightail it out of here." I shift my weight on my legs to avoid the throbbing immense pressure.

Dutch: "Y/n's got a point, we need to leave and fast, we'll meet you both back in camp and we'll get everyone to move." We both nod our heads as they mount up and ride off.

Arthur: "Your the most stubborn person I have ever-"

Y/n: "Yeah, yeah let's just finish this up and leave." I switch to my carbine and begin to take aim and firing away. Takes us about 5 minutes before we created an opening for us to escape. He picks me up bridlestyle and carries me to his horse which causes a deep red blush to make it appearance on my face as my heart begins to flutter. He hoists me on his horse before he climbs in it. I clench my hands on his jacket. I feel a fat migraine make it's way as it gets hard to keep my eyes open.

Y/n: "I know this is a bad time, but I'm not mad at you." I sigh as I bury my face in his backside.

Arthur: "You are most definitely right about it being a bad time, but what do you mean?" He kicks his horse to go faster.

Y/n: "The way I've been treating you. It's because of Mary." He yanked back on the reins causing the horse to come to a skidding halt.

Arthur: "What?" He pants out moving in his saddle so he can look at me.

Y/n: "I'm upset you went to see her, but I feel I have no right." I look up at him.

Arthur: "We loved once, I won't deny it, but what we had has long since ended. I do still have feelings and I'm sorry I can't get rid of them. But I like what we have or had." He says.

Y/n: "I do too... I still feel horrible. Your the last person to have been treated that way. I like the way you make me feel and how you treat me."

Arthur: "How do I make you feel?"

Y/n: "Let's get to camp." I groan out holding my leg.

Arthur: "Y/n? You don't look so goo-" That's when I feel his hand grab me as I was beginning to slide off.

I was in and out for a while as I heard voices mainly his. Mainly Arthur cursing at people to hurry up as he paced back and forth with my and his belongings. Before I knew it I felt someone begin to take off my pants which caused me to flush red and sit up in a rush and grab there hands. I could barely focus as my head felt dizzy.

Tilly: "It's just me." I sigh and drop my entire weight back into the bed.

Y/n: "I'm sorry. I just don't feel so good." As if Tilly was some fairy god mother she had a bucket ready as she scoots it closer to where my head was resting. That's when every bit of alcohol I consumed came right up as a mix of heartburn and bread. She kept rolling my pants off and applying a wet cloth to my leg. The cooling feeling like an instant relief to my body that seemed to be roasting over an open volcano. She soon replaced the cool rag with new bandages and wrapped my leg.

Tilly: "Your leg will have a scar, but I'm sure it'll make for a cool story." She tries to lighten the mood by saying. I wipe my mouth and offer her a grin.

Y/n: "Thank you." I swing my leg over my bottom half.

Y/n: "Where's Arthur?"

Tilly: "Grumpy but him and Charles went to go scout out a new camping ground."

Y/n: "When isn't he? Does anyone need any help?"

Tilly: "Nothing we can't handle. Arthur will bite our heads off if we let you help with anything." I chuckle.

Y/n: "I'm sorry."

Tilly: "If...Well...He seems pretty attached to you." My heart flutters and my stomach does flips when she says that.

'Attached?'

Y/n: "What do you mean attached?" I look at her questioningly

Tilly: "I don't know what you guys have been going through, but he has been short fused since you started ignoring him."

Y/n: "I-"

Tilly: "Whatever it is, get over it." And with that she stands up and walks off, leaving me there to ponder.

'I never meant to upset him?'

That's when I see Javier come over to me.

Javier: "Let's get a move on, amor." He scoops me up in his arms.

Y/n: "I got to be honest, I love getting picked up like this." We both chuckle with each other. He sets me down right before the wagon seat. He keeps both hands on my hips as he boosts me up and I grip on to Dutch's hands as he pulls and then readjusts my leg as gently as he can. I wince a bit from the pain. With that Dutch talks to me a bit while everyone loads up and makes a few finishing touches and then we head out to Clemen's Point.

Once we pull up to Clemen's Point, Arthur was the first 1 over to me as he held out his hand to help me down. The air nothing but muggy and scornfully hot. I smile and grasp his rough hands tightly as I slowly begin to make my way down. Once my feet hit the ground I keep old of Arthur's hand even the they begin to clam up and my face turns a bright red. He helps me limp over to a log so that I can sit.

Y/n: "I owe you an apology." I say staring at the ground.

Arthur: "No..You don't. I know the way I've been treatin ya. I'm a fool. I think you'd be better off with someone who can treat you better." I squeeze his hand and turn to him.

Y/n: "Arthur, I don't want anyone else. I truly enjoy being around you. I'd be a dick if I told you that I don't want you to see her...I'm just frustrated because I'm jealous." Arthur cocks his head to the side.

Arthur: "Jealous? Of what?" My eyes widen as I stand up, but Arthur just yanks me down.

Y/n: "Jealous that she was able to steal your attention with just a letter." I mutter.

Arthur: "Okay..I thought I made it clear that you've had my attention since you joined." His gruff voice words out softly. My face flushes again as I look at him. His face did the same but he looked away from me.

Y/n: "Yeah?" We both chuckle.

Y/n: "Fine, I will refrain from ignoring you." 

Arthur: "And I'll refrain from making you feel the way ya did."

Micah: "How come the lovebird's get to slouch while we all have to set the camp up.

Karen, Tilly, Mary-Beth: "Shut up, Micah!

#arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan #future smut #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 fandom #arthur morgan x reader #im tryin my best #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 smut #high honor arthur morgan #rockstar #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you

[yaboirezzy]

My kin/family all use Tumblr-

Molly: Every single odd number has an “e” in it

Peter 1: LISTEN-

Luz: Not all of them. 30 and 50 aren’t spelled with the letter "e" in it…

Amity: Oh titan-

Anne: …If you can split a number in half evenly, it’s even. 30 and 50 are odd

Amity: -_-’

Anne: (15+15=30 25+25=30)

Luz: 25+25 = 30? You sure about that??

Andrea: Lord have mercy….

Hooty: Bye

Andrea: 3 days into 2018 smh

Marcy: LMAOOOOOOO

Libby: One Three Five Nine And since everything else after that is a variant of these numbers, then all odds have the letter "e"

Peter 3: YOU FORGOT SEVEN!!

Willow: It keeps getting worse

Gus: LMAOOO WHAT IS GOING ON???

Sprig: My head hurts…

Hunter: This is why that Tumblr University shit was the dumbest idea ever just look at this

Ivy: Who failed yall?

Peter 2: IM SCREAMING

Scratch: You whole ass forgot about eight – a number with an e and is pretty fucking even

King: Why would 8 be brought up if it’s EVEN in a post about ODDS??????? The post said “every single ODD number has an ‘e’ in it” not “every single number with an ‘e’ is odd” what the fuck?

Darryl: 3 days until 2019 and we’re still here

Sprig: Happy New year’s Eve!

Andrea: I’m going to bring this flaming dumpster into 2019 so future generations can see what a mistake Tumblr was

Marcy: Er, guys two is odd and doesn’t have an e. Just saying…

Willow: Did you deadass just try to tell me two is odd? I’m fucking crying throw the whole website away

Peter 3: Reblogging for the last one

Maddie: The one thing I notice is that no matter how much you want to throw this site away, you just can’t

Polly: TWO IS ODD?!?! PFFFTT I’M SCREAMING

Pump: Wait what about zero that’s an odd number, no?

Skid: Ok but hear me out fifty and thirty make up for the fact they have no e by the way they are pronounces third-E fifth-E

Sasha: Bro why do 30 and 50 matter? THEY’RE FUCKING EVEN!!

Hunter: What the actual fuck is happening!?

Marcy: 1 is an even number

Willow: I’m gonna smack you

Libby: -30 and -50 have an e in them

Peter 3: Wait why are we so quick to throw away the Zero idea?

Polly: Zero isn’t a number

Luz: It can’t be divided by two though, can it?

Sasha: It can??? 0/2=0??

Amity: OD NUMBERS onE thrEE fivE sEvEn ninE

Luz: OD numbers huh babe?

Anne: Anything that ends with a 0,2,4,6,8 is even and the rest is odd (1,3,7,9) stop freaking out y’all

Peter 1: YOU FORGOT 5

Andrea, who's lost braincells at this point: DUDE WHAT ABOUT FOUR???

Sprig: What about it?????

Andrea: THAT DOESN’T HAVE E IN IT

Sprig: THAT’S BECAUSE IT’S EVEN?????

Peter 2: A R E Y O U G U Y S O K A Y ?

Darryl: 21 days away from 2020, folks

Andrea: Please tell me I can start the new freaking decade with a post arguing about something as stupid as this. Please...

Peter 1: This is art at its finest

Anne: One week to 2020 dudes

Andrea: I’m so done

Marcy: I'm so upset that even with all the “zero is odd” “no it’s not” stuff no one bothered to point out… It doesn’t matter. Zero, 0, zEro

Libby: But zero isn’t odd. It’s fucking the lack of a number. It’s neutral. It’s empty. There’s nothing there

Marcy: Zero is a number

Scratch: A definition of an even number is that it can be divided by 2 and the result is a whole number. Since you cannot divide zero, you cant divide it by 2 and that means that zero is an odd number. zEro, onE, thrEE, fivE, sEvEn, ninE, ElEven, and then the suffix -teen and every other odd number in english contains the names of the numbers 1 to 9

Libby: Zero is not a goddamn odd number what. Even i know that and i’m not good at math. Also you can divide 0 by 2, it’s 0, you literally just divide it and you just get 0 out oh my gosh. You can’t divide by zero but you can divide zero

Willow: Quote from this one “So, technically, [zero] is even. In fact, it is the most even number there is.” Also does anybody on here ever look anything up or? This is making my brain physically hurt, DEAR TITAN

Peter 3: NO. NO FUCK YOU ALL WE ARE NOT BRINGING THIS SHIT INTO 2020. WHOEVER BROUGHT THIS BACK DID IT ON PURPOSE AND I WILL FUCKING HUNT YOU DOWN FOR SPORT FUCK YOU. FUCK THIS

Peter 1: This post was an absolute train wreck and I’m cursing my followers with it

Sasha: Damn you, spider boi!

Marcy: “Anyone can do math, even gay people”

King: Bitch, are you sure???

Marky: This post is amazing. The Chaos is pleased

Marcy: WTF?!

Hunter: Is this fucking number discourse?!

Ivy: Do you have an issue with that?

Hunter: No but just out of all the things it’s about numbers. Just that it’s weird is all

Maddie: The internet is weird, you should be used to that by now

Peter 1: Yeah that’s true

Sprig: At least the cum soup post was less weird than this

Peter 2: Uhh I’m sorry the what?

Gus: Oh boy here we go again

Willow: How many times have I done this so far?

Peter 3: I’ve done this like…three, maybe four times so far

Willow: Do you really want to know?

Marcy: You can turn back now

Amity: Please why did I have to see this post I had an extra class today and my brain is already dead I don’t have enough brain cells for this

Molly: I had never seen this before today and I told my grandma about it and she’s shaking her head in both humor and disappointment. Good job everyone!

Peter 1: This is the longest post but yall forgot 6

Luz: And 1,3,5,7, and 9 are odd numbers. 5 is an honorary even number, but it is still odd.

Anne: Happy 2020 everyone! Everyday we stray further from god.

Amity: Two years later and we’re still… Tumblr

Peter 1: Reminds me of the recent pinky finger somebody that I used to know debacle on tiktok

-and I regret everything

#source: tumblr #shitpost #biggest shitpost #it's back and oh boy is it a wreck #i don't really know what to say to be honest #i found the source and it speaks for itself #this represents my current sanity #incorrect quotes? #spiderman no way home #amphibia #the owl house #the ghost and molly mcgee #spooky month #au #text post

[pornaddictioncounseling]

WHY YOU NEED STANDARDS IN YOUR REBOOT

There are lots of misconceptions surrounding the terms values, principles, and standards.

Other times people simply think they’re the same thing. Each term is similar and all three are related but there are unique differences that separate them.

Values are your long-lasting beliefs on certain issues and things that are important to you. They are essentially the foundation of your principles. Some examples of values are integrity, compassion, patience, and generosity.

Principles are indisputable, unchanging rules you hold that are based on your values. For example, “treat others the way you want to be treated” is a principle. Another one I apply in my life is “don’t dip your pen in company ink”, meaning don’t get involved with women at your work.

Standards are actions or behaviors that you expect yourself to live up to based on your values and principles. These include things like working hard, being rigorously honest, committing to your physical well-being, and supporting your family. 

How do values, principles, and standards play a role in your reboot?

Oftentimes I notice that people tend to pick up values, principles, or standards because they think they sound cool. They hear someone they admire or respect throw one of these things out and so they adopt it without thinking. However, if that value, principle, or standard doesn’t align with your truth, it’s not going to hold up over time.

Values, principles, and standards are all very personal things. You can’t simply look at someone else and take theirs as your own. Sure, there will always be some crossover between you and other people. But the system as a whole will differ slightly from person to person.

There isn’t necessarily a “right” or “wrong” way to approach these things. Everyone has a different way of thinking and believing. Our value systems are shaped by factors like the society you live in, the area you grow up in, your family, and your friends. At first, you’ll likely share some similar values, principles, and standards with those around you. Over time, though, you may start to recognize where the values you learned when you were young don’t align with how you see the world as an adult.

As you grow up, you develop a set of values and principles that fit with your beliefs. This results in a set of standards that you live your life by. An important distinction between values and principles and standards is that standards are very personal. People often try to impose their standards on others and it leads to problems. Values and principles are used to determine who you surround yourself with but standards aren’t something you can force others to adhere to.

I’ve talked about values and principles before and their importance in the reboot process. I don’t think I’ve dedicated enough attention to standards, though, and that’s what I want to focus on today. Developing standards is a crucial part of your reboot and I want to help you begin that process.

1. YOU MUST CREATE PERSONAL STANDARDS THAT YOU ADHERE TO AT ALL TIMES.

There is no avoiding developing a set of standards as a man in porn addiction recovery, sex, and masturbation. You cannot live a directionless life free from personal standards, nor can you simply adopt the standards of those around you. 

Your standards inform your decisions, from the job you take to the people you spend time with. If you don’t have standards you’ll be left to react to whatever happens around you. Successful men who are strong in their convictions do not live a reactionary life. They develop a set of standards and stick to them without question.

2. RECOGNIZE THAT YOUR STANDARDS ARE NOT GOALS.

Some men mistake standards for goals. They believe that they’re ideals to work towards at some point in the future. However, standards are not something off in the distance. They should inform your life as it is right now in the present moment. Your standards serve as the filter for your decision-making and behaviors.

Every time a decision comes up you should run it by your personal standards. Does going out to the strip club with your buddies align with your standards for maintaining your reboot? Does slacking off at work align with the type of man you’re working to become? These aren’t distant decisions; they are happening right now and your standards inform your choices.

3. YOUR STANDARDS ARE YOURS AND YOURS ALONE.

Again, standards are a personal framework for living. Standards are something you determine for yourself based on your values and principles. They are not something you impose on your friends and family. Nor are they something you adopt from the people around you. 

Drawing your standards from others leads to a dishonest life. Imposing your standards on others creates unrealistic expectations that will inevitably be unmet at some point. Your standards should work for you and you alone and serve as the driving force for your actions, not for others.

4. STANDARDS ARE FOR PERSONAL FULFILLMENT, NOT FOR IMPRESSING OTHERS.

Do not outline standards that you think will impress others. Even if they are aligned with your values and principles, standards aren’t a tool for boosting your ego. You’re still developing a dishonest set of standards if you approach them this way.

Instead, outline standards that leave you feeling personally fulfilled. They should be a framework for living that lets you put your head on the pillow at night knowing that you’re being true to yourself. Ultimately, the most important part of living a successful life is ensuring your thoughts and actions align with your beliefs. Standards are the way to ensure that happens.

#Youtube

[tofufei]

im attempting chinese painting and it's just ughhhhh anyways look a pine tree! (ignore the shitty mountain in the back)

#u make 1 mistake and u can throw that whole thing out #i was too ambitious i should have kept it simple #k word me rn #i was like huh ok the outline of the montain is shitty #lets add some shading maybe it'll turn out fine #it did not #upset gurgling #the pine tree is fine i like the pine tree very much

[leafwyrm]

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

#tagging for later

[purplekiwis]

coming home to Harry fingering himself for the first time because he was curious, but u guys never did that before and he notices u standing there so he gets so embarrassed and pulls his fingers out of himself and he's really sad because 1. he was feeling really good and his orgasm was so close and 2. because he's sad you'll think he's a freak, so he's really awkward for the next couple days, but u end up reassuring him that u thought it was super hot and u tell him to hop up on the counter with his legs bent and you finger him right there. He's moaning so loud and his legs keep trying to close because he's feeling so good

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Holding a vibe to the outside of Harry's hole and he just begs and cries so much for it to be inside him and he ends up cumming from just the vibrations on his hole 🥵🔥💦💦

**

subrry blurb: soft spot

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Sextoys

Wordcount: 3.8k

hey guys! 💗 first of all, thank you to everyone who helped flood my inbox with amazing requests these last few weeks! I really love them and I want to reply to as many as I can! The thing is... I'm a very slow writer 😥 So, to make things quicker, I'll try to do some mixing and matching, not only because it helps me move through requests faster but also because I think some of your requests can fit really well together. I hope you like this one 💞

AN : Just so no one gets confused, this is before Harry and Y/N moved in together.

**

“Baby! Can you come help me with your manly strength?!” You called from the hall as you walked inside your apartment. Arms full of transparent bags with coats underneath.

The weather was starting to get a bit chilly so you had sent all your winter coats to the dry cleaners, just so they were good to go by the time you needed them. They had called for you to come get them last week, but you hadn’t had time to go there yet.

It was mostly laziness from your part, but it also didn't help that they closed near you clock-out time. You'd let Harry know about your postponing earlier that day, which had been a mistake since now he kept teasing that they were going to throw your coats out. That was what ultimately made you jump in your car right as you clocked out of work that day to go pick them up.

You’d left in such a rush that you didn’t even properly say goodbye to Harry... who had been spending his day off with you at your apartment since you had the possibility of working from home. You just shouted from the hallway that you were going to pick up your coats and slammed the front door.

And now he wasn’t replying to your call for help.

Had he left?

You were already feeling a little ill at heart thinking he might have gotten upset over your shortness of affection and went back to his apartment.

He had done it once before for feeling like he was bothering you while you worked, so it wasn't that unreasonable to think he might have pulled a similar stunt. Thankfully the faint noises coming from your bathroom as you walked by proved you wrong before you had the chance to start phone bombing him. “Harry?” You called a bit louder.

“Y/N?!” His voice sounded half squeaky and was followed by the thud of something falling to the floor. The weird buzzing sound you’d heard before got louder. He cursed. What the hell was he up to in there? His bustling was concealed by the noise of the faucet that had just started running on blast. “Don’t come in! I-uh, I’ll be out in a second!” He yelled, what made the whole thing even more suspicious.

“Okay. I’ll… be in the bedroom.” You said, although you lingered by the door for another beat. There was nothing too fishy after that, so you mentally shrugged and gave him back his privacy.

But when Harry finally appeared at the bedroom door, his demeanor didn't help the funny feeling you’d gotten earlier at all. His face was weary-pink all over. His pupils watery and inflated, just like they got when he got the fuck me eyes.

“Hi!” He chirped but seemed somewhat hesitant to come over to you, which was a odd, taken you were used to him almost knocking you to the ground with the force of his hugs as soon as he saw you were home.

Your eyes narrowed. “Did you clog my toilet or something?”

“I-uh… yeah! A little bit.”

He wasn’t being completely honest. That much was obvious. If it were true, he would have been super embarrassed instead of admitting to it so openly. Before you could start prying for the truth though, Harry seemed to jump out of whatever daze he was in. He hotfooted over and climbed onto your lap and began kissing your face all over. “I missed you.”

Well, at least he sounded honest about that.

“I was gone for 20 minutes...” You tried to reason as you crossed your arms around his back and pulled him for a hug. “What were up to while I was out?”

“Uhhh…” His voice droned, making the situation seem all more suspicious. “Do you want tea? I was going to make one before you got here.”

“And were you going to drink that tea or were you just making one as an excuse to have a cookie?” You asked knowingly. That was one of your secret favorite Harry quirks. The way he always said he wanted tea but then only drank half or less of it, basically what got in the cookies he dipped inside his mug.

“Uh... cookie.” He muttered against your shoulder, trying to hide his smile.

Your hand came down to swat his ass. It was a playful smack, that wasn’t supposed to lead to anything other than maybe some flirty banter. And it would have probably been like that, if it wasn’t for the soft, needy mewl Harry let out in response and the roll of his hips that followed.

“Are you horny baby?” You asked, a little surprised but not entirely shocked.

“Yeah… so horny.” He admitted, pressing his front against your belly. Had he been this hard the entire time? You were only now feeling it. “Can you help me, please?”

**

After the love-making was done you kept Harry company in the kitchen while he had his tea- dunked cookies. He said he felt fine, but in your eyes, he'd gone a little off-beam after his orgasm, so you kept him close. Holding his hand over the tabletop and playing with his fingers. Something else in his mood was off though. He seemed… impatient. Nervous about something. What brought your mind back to what he might've been up to in your bathroom when you got home.

Whatever it was, you knew it was unlikely that he’d left evidence behind that would help you ferret out the truth… or at least that was your impression until you saw his eyes pop as you excused yourself from the table to go pee. Scratch that first thought. There was definitely something in there.

What was it? You asked yourself as you stared around the room. Nothing seemed out of place. There was nothing hiding behind the shower curtain... none of your bathroom trinkets were broken or missing...

Everything looked right as you had left it.

The only thing that stood out to you was a tiny foil edge from one of the Sephora samples you kept but never got to use. It was peeking out of one of the counter drawers. You were guessing Harry shouldn't have anything to do with that, but you still opened the drawer to fix it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked inside. There had clearly been a stir up in there since the morning. You snorted. Had Harry been going through your face stuff? Was that it?

Chuckling at his silliness, you began to fix the jumble he’d left behind. Only you never got the chance to get far into your tidying, because your hands grasped something that made them go motionless. There was a silicone-textured thing stowed at the back. One that certainly didn't belong at the bottom your bathroom drawer. It was still lukewarm too…

Harry. That sneaky, dirty little shit…

**

It was cruelly amusing for you to watch Harry’s uneasiness for the next 2 hours, since you had taken it upon yourself to basically make it impossible for him to do what he so obviously wanted... which was to put your toy back in its proper place without you noticing.

When you asked what he wanted to do after dinner, he suggested watching a movie in the living room. Most likely hoping you'd fall asleep on the couch halfway into it, but you said you would prefer to do that in bed by using the half-assed excuse that it was much comfier for cuddling.

So the bed is where you ended up, although you hadn’t put any movie to run yet. And speaking of running, that was what you did when Harry asked if you could go microwave some popcorn. His face lit up once he saw you get up to leave the room. “You must really want that popcorn, huh?” You asked, unable to pass up the opportunity to mess with him a little.

“Huh?” He asked back, a little confused by the question.

“You look really excited about them.”

“Oh uh, yeah. I am. You know… my sweet tooth and all...” There was a smile on his face as you left the room, but it faded back into a moue once he realized you hadn’t waited by the microwave for the popcorn to be done like he was expecting you to. Instead, once he was sneaking back inside the bedroom from the bathroom, he was met with you already plopped over the mattress again.

You could hear his feet doing a quick one-eighty back to where he had come from. The microwave dinged then, and you didn’t miss a beat. “Since you're halfway there, you don’t mind going to get our popcorn do you?”

Even though you couldn’t see Harry's face, you could practically feel the frustration steaming from him as he replied. “Yeah fine. I’ll go get it.”

The following time he walked into the room with his adorable fretful face and a bowl of popcorn in his hands was the moment you became aware that you were physically incapable of carrying on containing your smirk for longer. Up until then you'd been concealing it with covert bites to your lip, but your facade was crumbling. The annoyed frown on his face was too cute to ignore. “Baby,” You called him, patting your lap. “Come here.”

He froze by the door. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just wanna talk to you.” Your reply did little to nothing to break the ice from his features. “Come come.”

He looked hesitant but still went, straddling your lap just like he had earlier. “I know you have been playing with my toys.” Even if you didn't know for sure, the way he buried his face in your neck and clung to your shirt would have given him away. And yet, despite the truth being self-evident, he still shook his head. “No? Are you sure? I feel like you have…” You pressured, running your hand through his hair. “You can tell me, you know that don’t you? I won’t get upset or think it’s weird…”

Harry’s voice was small when he asked, “You promise you won’t?”

“I promise.” You assured, before having a try at asking something to which you also already knew the answer to. “So which one did you use?”

“I don’t know.” He responded, sniffling before offering a few more details. “It was like, a small orange one? It got warm when I turned it on…”

“Oh. That's a good one.” You praised, genuinely enthusiastic. “Did you use up the whole battery?”

“Uh… I don’t think so?!” He said, pulling his head off your shoulder to see you. “I- I barely got to start ‘cause you, you know…”

“I interrupted didn't I?” Your voice filled in when his trailed off. He nodded fickly. “I’m sorry lovie... If I had known what you were up to, I wouldn’t have bothered you. It must’ve felt so good over the tip, right?” You noticed his face turning red, before he hid it in your neckline again. “What is it baby? Did you use it somewhere else too?” He let out a groan. His nose pushing deeper into your neck. “You don’t wanna tell me?”

You felt his head shake firmly. “Can we put on the movie now, please?”

“Yeah, of course.” You let up, resolving that you would wait and approach the topic again later, whenever he was in a more relaxed headspace.

That was the right thing to do.

In theory.

In practice, it was proving to be much more difficult than it should be.

The mental image of Harry using your toy to get off was making your brain restless. You wanted to know how it looked like against the pinkness of his tip. You wanted to see him shake and moan from all the sweet vibrations. You wanted to see... but most of all you wanted to help.

You weren’t upset that he’d gone and explored a little by himself. It was only natural and healthy... but you also couldn’t help but want to be there next time he got off like that. You had to be there. Whether you would be using the toy on him or waiting for him to finish to call him a messy boy and clean off his mess with your tongue was just a minor detail.

You sighed. Someday, maybe.

After shaking the thought away from your head for the millionth time that night, you got up from bed to go grab a glass of water from the kitchen while you waited for Harry to come back from the shower he’d went for after the movie ended. As you walked by the bathroom, his voice startled you, coming from the door you werent expecting to be ajar. “Where are you off to?” He asked.

“Kitchen.” You replied as you stood and watched him.

“Hm.” He hummed, “Why did you stop here then, found something you'd like to eat better?” He had the audacity to ask when he saw you look him up and down as he dried himself. And well, then, your mind sorta went blank.

One second you were standing by the bathroom door watching him run a towel down his legs, the other you had him sat on the bathroom counter while your mouth sucked on his neck.

“I haven’t put it back.” You mumbled against his skin. “The toy. I saw it and… haven’t put it back. I was hoping you'd let me see or um… maybe I could use it on you? If you want.” Harry’s grip tightened around the roots of your hair. His yes was murmured as he craned his neck to the side for your lips. “Are you sure? You don’t have to say yes just because I asked…”

“I want,” He stuttered. “I want you using it on me. Have been thinking about it all night.”

Harry’s towel hit the floor, leaving him bare to your ravenous eyes and hands. You ran them all over him, before blindly reaching in your drawer to pull out your poorly concealed sex toy. You turned on its buttons with owner familiarity and applied the same concept to his body. Making use of your knowledge on his soft-spots to trace a path down the skin of his chest with the toy. One you knew would give him goosebumps...

“You’re nervous?” You asked lowly, noticing him wince once he felt the vibrations you were ruling dancing over his pelvic region.

He swallowed and nodded. “Just ‘cause we have never done this before.” He assured you, curling your fingers together with his. “Don’t stop, okay? I want it. Ah fuck-” Harry moaned once he felt the vibrations progress down his pelvis and reach the place he was most sensitive in. He squeezed your hand tightly. So tightly that you felt his nails dig sickle-shapes over your knuckles.

“Do you like it here, like this?” You asked, lightly coursing the vibrator throughout the sides of his length. You smiled once you noticed his body stiffening, in more ways than one. He moaned, and with a pleased hum you drove the vibrations up to his tip. “How about here?”

“Ngh! Yes!” He breathed into the space between you, with his eyes fixed on the place your toy was circling his pink glans. Its lumpy, vibrating edge now dampened by the watery fluid deriving from his pleasure.

It left behind a wet trail as you drove the toy down, pressing it right between his balls. It gave him a spasm and made him giggle, which made you laugh too. So he was ticklish there... you'd make sure to remember that next time he acted like a brat. The possibility of using a vibe to turn Harry into laughing, crying, bouncy mess would add a fun twist to your punishments for sure. But, for the time being, you were going to play nice and make him feel good. Hence why your hand guided the toy a little further back, to massage his perineum. “Do you like it here better?” His confirming answer was groaned into your ear. “Yeah? I bet you put it somewhere else too while you were playing by yourself though, didn’t you?”

Harry nodded frantically. “L-Lower.”

“Where’s lower, baby?” You played dumb, even though you knew exactly where he meant. You wanted to hear him say it, which he didn’t, but his body was telling you all you needed to know. He had leaned back against the mirror and pulled up the heels of his feet to rest over the counter’s edge. He’d done it unthinkingly, but for a reason. The reason being that he wanted his pretty, puckered hole to be showing. He was showing it to you… trying to lure you into going there.

“It would be easier if you used your words, pup.” Harry let out a fussy whimper at that, reaching to grab your hand and guiding it there himself just so he got the vibrations right where he needed them. “Oh... there! That's the spot isn't it?” You smiled mischievously, whilst gently moving the toy around his opening. “Did you put it in, earlier? Can't imagine a greedy little thing like you not taking things a bit further than this.”

“I tried but it was too tight. It hurt, so I stopped and... used my fingers. I was going to try again after, once I was a bit more open.”

“Was it your first time trying that?”

“Yeah.” He answered through a sharp inhale. “I don't know why but... the other day when you used your plug in front of me, I- I got curious. I wanted to know what it was like…” His breathing stuttered. “I’m sorry I went behind your back. It wasn't very nice... especially since it was your toy.”

“It's okay, you have nothing to apologize for. You can use my- well, our toys whenever you want.” Harry’s eyes pressed closed as he leaned over to kiss you. His lips were still flavored from the popcorn, sticky sweet and buttery. The taste matched his kisses perfectly. “Did it feel good, with your fingers?” He nodded, despite the blush in his cheeks. “Do you wanna try mine?”

“Yeah, I wanna.” He murmured. “Sex stuff always feels better when it's you doing it.”

“You better remember that next time you feel like playing without me.” You bantered as you passed the toy to his hand. “Don’t turn it off, keep making yourself feel good.” You said as you bent down between his legs to collect a bottle of lube from the cupboard. This one was still new, but it was best for toys than the silicone-based one you had on the bedside table. You poured a generous amount on your fingertips and gently spread it around Harry’s rose colored button until it was glistening with a syrupy glow.

“Feels good?” You asked while using your lube- coated fingertips to massage around. Trying to coax his muscle ring into relaxing.

“So, so good.. Please k-keep going.” Harry’s eyes looked glossy, like your fingers slowly pushing into his hole did. The fit was tight, but the extra lube you added helped smooth the thrusts of your hand. “I can’t believe you’re actually. Fuck- you’re really fingering my ass right now.”

“I am.” You smirked, “And one day I’m going to fuck it- fuck you, just like you do me. But I’m gonna have to stretch you out first. Ruin you a little.” Harry moaned at the filthy promise. His tight muscle throbbing around you fingers. “You’re going to love it, I know… and I’m going to be gentle. I’m going to be so slow and gentle with you that you won’t even realize you’ve been ruined. Not until you’re face down, ass up with a strap all the way inside you, anyway...”

“Fuck, Y/N… you’re killing me.” Harry whispered, arching his back against the mirror. Making it rattle loudly against the wall. “Please. Please, I want it now. I want you to fuck me now.”

“Not yet love. You're still too small for that. Can’t you feel how tight your hole is? I can barely move my fingers… you’re clutching so hard.”

“But it feels so good…‘m so close…” He muttered, getting a hold of the hard cock pressed up against his stomach and stroking it. The vibrator was still being pressed to the underside of it, one of the places where he was most sensitive.

“Stop.” You ordered. Harry obeyed with a deep groan, that melted into a loud whimper once you pursed your lips and spat over his erection. “Now touch it. Doesn’t it feel so much better with my spit all over it?”

Your spit added a wet shlick to every drag of his fist. “Yeah- your spit feels so good…” The hand he had stroking at the base squeezed tighter. “I’m gonna cum. Can I- Can I cum?”

“You wanna cum, pretty boy?” You teased, increasing the speed of your fingers just a little bit. “Wanna shoot that load all over your hand?”

“Yes! I- Ngh… I want it so bad! Please, please… let me cum. I wanna cum for you.”

“Go on, then. Cum like a good boy.” That he did. Hard. You couldn’t remember ever seeing his dick shoot spurts into the air like that. There was so much of it one would think he’d been deprived for months… when in reality it had just been a few hours since he’d last orgasmed…

You couldn’t keep from letting your amazement show. Even Harry seemed surprised with himself, “I-um…” He said sheepishly, once he’d calmed down enough to be able to talk. “I think I might need to take another shower…”

“Hm… that might be a bit of a waste…” Your lusty eyes met his for a moment before you leaned down and placed a kiss over his stomach. “Especially when I love to clean you up...” Your tongue lapped up his belly, wiping off a pearly ribbon. “Like this.”

“Can I lick you- after you’re done?” He asked as he watched you lick his cum away. “I wanna say thank you- with my tongue, the way you like.”

Your eyes shot up to stare into his. “Is that the only reason why? You wanna say thank you?”

“No, I just wanna…” He admitted, leaning back over his palms once your mouth moved down to his thighs. “I love your pussy so much. I want my mouth to be on it all the time.”

“That’s good.” You smiled, giving a small bite to his inner thigh. “It’s where it belongs.”

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